The labs were never meant to be his domain, not even before arriving to the island. Wilson had spent years shrugging on white coats and breezing past test tubes and experiments and data. It had all been a part of his college major, but in the end it had never suited him no matter how much he enjoyed it. He had tried reaching for justice and righteousness, but even that failed him. Not even in faked death could he find himself back at home in the stark white rooms. Perhaps that was why his coat was blazoned with dual scythes.

White. His coat fluttered behind him as Wilson found himself in the labs to seek out a specific set of data. He wanted to look something up, but couldn’t find it in the library archives. Someone had told him he’d find it somewhere and somehow in the labs. Green goggles dangled from his neck as he stared at the endless hallways and machinery. In a way it was comforting. After that dream he’d always been fond of white, even if it sometimes filled him with crystal clear grief.

Violet. The color rang in his head when he encountered a semi-familiar face. He knew this student, but he didn’t. Not really. Maybe he had met the hellhound once or twice in reality, but in a dream they had been much more than just acquaintances. “…Huh.” Wilson crossed his arms as he stared down at Thack. “And what brings you here?”

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