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By now, many had found themselves dull at least partly to the horror that was an execution. After so many people had died, it wasn't too odd of a reaction. But having not turned away, nor betrayed a hint of emotion as one of his fellow survivors was brutally disposed of before him in such a flamboyant manner, was Zachary really just desensitized? That certainly had to be the answer. 

But if it was, then why didn't Zachary ever answer Jez? 

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This place is a prison-cum-death-chamber. The gloom is held at bay by the spark of hope in each Infinite's heart. In those brilliant flames, one can sometimes catch a glimpse of the darkness of despair. But with so many flames being snuffed out, is it really nothing more than a glimpse? 

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Zachary found himself waking up the next day feeling as though he'd not even gotten a wink of sleep. Well, that had been the case each night since he started living here, with one exception. He shifted slowly off of his bed and onto his feet, looking no more alive than a robot. With a yawn, he carried out his daily routine to get ready for the day. 

He left his room having cleaned up and put clothes on. But this only made him look like a dolled up robot compared to early. He wasn't truly awake, and for him to change this he'd need one more thing. With a certain destination in mind, he shambled out of his room. 

Zachary entered the Break Room without any issue. He released another yawn as he continued towards the back, having noticed that the room was presently empty aside from himself. Had he woken up early? He hadn't bothered to check, but he was definitely not woken up with the announcement from Killgood. That would probably explain why he hadn't seen anyone in the halls, either. It didn't matter for now. He could think of things when he was awake. 

Naturally, Zachary decided to make some coffee. Though it need not be said, there were no difficulties. Coffee was made, and a mug was poured. All was as it should be. The Infinite decided to go sit down at a table to enjoy his cup, and once he had done this, he began to bring the mug up to this lips. About halfway there, he paused, looking down into the mug. His eyes widened as he thought about the earlier case. From a blank stare to a heated glare, Zachary's expression drastically changed and he found himself slamming the mug onto the table in a short-lived fury. Unfortunately, this action had been done with enough force to shatter the mug, coating his hand in searing-hot coffee. 

Somehow managing to avoid throwing out obscenities at the sudden jolt of pain, Zachary jumped up and immediately sought out a sink to run cool water over his hand. Today was certainly not starting off in the way he wished it would have.