Dr. Raithen
The door hissed open, and Basilisk appeared in the entrance. His scaled green bulk all but filled the reinforced doorway.
"Doctor, it appears we may have company on the way."
I mulled the situation. To stay would risk my genius, and that of my counterpart. And besides, removing Vergil from the cell at this stage would present further complications; it would be advantageous to know the extent of Vergil's power, and the nature of the medication used to control it, especially if he was the God-like being that he claimed.
That in mind, I stood and made to follow Basilisk from the cell before Arkham's finest arrived. Vergil turned to do the same, but I stayed him with a firm hand.
"Consider my offer; we will return for your emancipation as soon as the necessary arrangements are made at our end. Until then, you remain here."
"You can't do that, Raithen," Vergil growled, "Take me with you or I will destroy you and everyone else in this puny Asylum!"
"Now, now, my dear boy." I soothed, with more than a hint of belittling condescension, "That simply would not serve our mutual purpose, would it?"
Perhaps Vergil had expected my reaction to be one of abject fear; whatever the reason, he did nothing more to prevent our departure. His outburst troubled me, and despite the scales, I judged the same reaction from Basilisk as well.
A step behind my reptilian counterpart, I made my way toward general population, aware of the suspicious blue eyes of an unknown party boring into my back as we passed a navy-clad member of the Arkham staff.
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