That, huh... It wasn't an unfair question, but the source of his injuries was something Kyousuke could do without remembering. He frowned, debating how forthcoming he should be, which in the end, wasn't much. The people who needed to know probably knew by now, and his injuries themselves were his own problem.

"I was just lucky enough to run into monsters a couple nights in a row," he answered dismissively. It left out all of the important details, but it technically wasn't a lie, and the populace of these walls were probably so used to dealing with this sort of thing that the stranger was likely to take it at face value.

At least, Kyousuke hoped so. Maybe it would be best to just change the subject. "Do you know anything about the cure that's being going around?" he asked in a low voice, trying to prevent any eavesdropping nurses from overhearing. "I've heard the name, but I don't know what it looks like."

So he actually knew the flowers. That helped, even if Kyousuke didn't have any concrete use in mind, not knowing anyone who was sick. ... Not anymore. He tried to ignore that thought as best as he could.

"... I don't need one specifically," he explained. "I just thought it was the best thing I could be doing for anyone right now." The only thing, considering what kind of shape he was in, but even that weren't true, getting everyone cured would still be the priority. No matter what his own situation was, he couldn't afford to stand by hope others would take care of things. Nobody could. "But if you need to get one out, I could help you out."

As long as he had some kind of role in all of this, he didn't care how indirect it was. The small things still counted for something, and he had to carry his own weight, especially with so many failures to make up for.

For a friend, then... No wonder the man wanted to get a hold of a flower so quickly. Kyousuke, on the other hand, simply wanted to keep moving, unsure what would happen to him if he stopped. There was too much to think about if he didn't keep himself busy.

"I'm Tsurugi," he responded, returning Guy's greeting with a nod. He followed the man down the rows, observing some of the plants as he went. He recognized some of the more common ones, but there were many more he didn't know the names or uses of, which wasn't to say there was anything strange, but more that he'd never had much interest in plant life. Maybe he could see if he could look some of these up in the library eventually—it was possible there was something useful here.

Somehow, Kyousuke had been expecting something a little more impressive. The plant itself was low and bushy, and the flowers that dotted it, while plentiful, were actually quite small close up. Did it really only take one of these to cure someone...? Something about that seemed a bit strange. Then again, it wasn't like he knew anything about herbal remedies, and if it really was that simple, he could hardly complain.

He gave Guy a nod to show that he understood, but for the time being, he examined the leaves of a complete different plant between his fingers, like he was only browsing with half interest. Meanwhile, he tried to get a read on the nurses' positions, which was easy enough—keeping track of his surroundings was practically second nature to him.

"... They don't seem to be paying much attention," he said quietly, so that only Guy could hear.

"No," Kyousuke responded, releasing the plant he was examining. "But it was too hard to get around at the time, so this is the first chance I've had to look at anything." This particular activity was hardly wheelchair friendly. That, and it had been too much of a struggle to find any motivation at the time, but there was no need to mention that. ... All that mattered was that he was doing something now.

He could feel the occasional gaze in their general direction, but the nurses still didn't seem to think anything of their presence in the area, so he felt safe enough approaching the St. John's Wort. It would probably just look idiotic if he tried to make a quick job of it, and he was sore enough that he doubted he could, so instead, he openly knelt in front of the plant and absently brushed a thumb over one of the flowers. There was no rule saying they couldn't look at anything, after all, and it would only look more suspicious if they both seemed to avoid only a single plant.

But then he suddenly cringed, bringing both hands to his chest as though crouching down like this was aggravating his injuries. He pulled himself up slowly, sucking in a breath and exhaling slowly.

"... I guess it's still hard. Maybe we should look at something taller," the boy suggested.

Meanwhile, the flower he'd been looking at had disappeared down the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

It had only been half an act, really, but now that all was said and done, Kyousuke felt awkward (and perhaps a little guilty) about making a show of his injuries. It had been a good plan, as far as getting a flower went, but apart from that, he little desire to call much more attention to himself.

"It's fine," he muttered. In the end, he did grab onto Guy's wrist to help himself up, but not before giving the hand a strange look, as though he was considering rejecting it. ... He supposed there wasn't a point. If he tried too hard, it would only make things look more serious.

That accomplished, he shoved both hands into his pockets, starting off for another area of the greenhouse. It was difficult to resist examining the flower he'd managed to pick, but he manged to ignore it. He wondered what would have happened if he'd found out about these earlier... It was pointless to think about at this point, but still hard not to.

"It's nothing," Kyousuke shrugged, not one to be thanked. "I'm already used to it." ... Partially, at least. He'd spent three days moving around like this, but the second two had been considerably worse, and while it was beginning to get easy to ignore when he was inactive, it was just as easy to be unpleasantly reminded of it. He half wondered if should take Lloyd's suggestion to find someone who could heal him after all, but he still wasn't quite comfortable with the idea somehow.

"Yeah. Hopefully you can help your friend soon." It might be a good idea for him to write a note, too, but how to phrase it was the problem. He couldn't exactly alert the staff that he'd managed to get a flower. ... Then again, he had a tough time believing they didn't already know everything. Most of the messages weren't exactly hard to decipher, and if a kid like him could do it, it seemed silly that staff couldn't. Keeping up appearances, maybe...? Who knew. When it really came down to it, Kyousuke had to admit that he understood very little about this place.

Though they weren't quite to their makeshift destination yet, the thought made him pause. "... Do you mind if I ask you something?" he asked, turning to Guy with a frown. "I've heard a lot about this place, but never anything about why." Maybe Guy would know something. ... Maybe he wouldn't. Either way, it couldn't hurt to ask.

Military funding...? ... That was right. Kyousuke had heard something about military being involved his first night here, but it hadn't made any sense in the context of anything else, so he'd forgotten about it until now.

"... So basically, it's possible all this might be considered training?" If so, that was another thing this place had in common with God Eden, which made several things make more sense. It all came down to cornering them physically and mentally, and evaluating how well they preformed under pressure. Just like that "Team Zero" experiment. If he thought about it like that, everything seemed to start falling into place. Soldiers for what became the real question, but since everything was only a possibility, he doubted anyone would be able to tell him. But maybe that didn't matter so much.

"Well, knowing anything more probably wouldn't change anything," he decided with a shrug. "No matter what the reasons, it isn't something that can be justified." In the end, that was all that really mattered.

That about summed things up. Kyousuke was going to leave things at that, but the rest of what Guy was saying caught him a little off-guard, although not necessarily in a bad way. A way back, huh... So he'd seen, even if that chance had slipped away. But it didn't matter much, in the end; all that was left was to keep trying.

"... Yeah," the boy agreed after a moment. "If we stop here, nothing will ever change."

That was more than enough reason to keep going. There was no point in constantly looking back or letting himself get dragged under. Everyone had a part they could play. If they could all persevere and learn to help each other, there were a lot of things they were capable of. ... It wasn't as simple as kindness. That was just the sort of strength he had to demand from himself.

But it looked like he wouldn't be able to linger on that thought for too long, as the nurses were slowly beginning to round people up. That was fine by him, since for once, there was actually something to show for his time.