Follow us, Aoba-san," Virus says with a broad smile. His eye is well and truly bruised now; it's the only mark Aoba can still see on either of them. They walk out of the room and Aoba follows, taking the stained, bloodied sheet from the bed with him to wrap around himself. He doesn't let Virus and Trip out of his sight -- he can't risk them fighting his control again -- and they eventually take him to a locked cupboard at the back of their base. From there, they retrieve the clothes that he'd been wearing on the day they'd stolen him away.
Aoba doesn't even know why they still have them, but he's glad when they hand them to him. It's familiar, comforting, and Aoba's hands are shaking as he clothed himself for the first time since they'd captured him. Virus and Trip are watching and smiling like they're happy that he's finally outsmarting them and escaping, but Aoba ignores them until he needs them. It's what they'd always done to him, so he sees no need to treat them like they deserve better.
When he feels ready, Aoba stands and looks at Virus and Trip.
"Let me out of here. I'm going back to Grandma."
Virus's face falls. "Aoba-san, Midorijima has changed. Toue...