[Action | June 24th]wise_maidenJune 29 2011, 07:02:35 UTC
[It had been over a week since that last experiment. Too much time since the last time Mithos had been checked up on properly, but with the way the past week had gone, it wasn't the top of anyone's priorities.
He would have had more than enough to sustain himself during that week anyway. And given what had happened, approaching him too soon would likely have been disastrous. Even this encounter is one that Raine must steel herself for, as she travels down the tunnel, heading toward the cells. Fresh food, water, clean bandages for his wounds--though he could likely handle that himself, at this point. She needed to be prudent, after all.]
[Action | June 24th]imatreenowJune 29 2011, 07:54:56 UTC
[He had been grateful for the stretch of solitude that followed those strange days. He didn't want to see anyone. He wanted nothing but to curl in on himself and pretend none of them existed, pretend none of that had happened.
Hatred for this world and those pulling the strings burned in him endlessly for those days spent alone. He hates being tugged inside-out, forced to show the vulnerabilities within, and altered as though by surgery. It always feels so natural and real, and that's why he hates it. If his mind and heart can be manipulated that easily, how is he ever supposed to know whether his thoughts and feelings are his own? Especially when so much confusion already bubbles dangerously inside of him, and he's trying so hard to pretend it isn't there.
He hears someone approaching and tenses, fixing his gaze on the partition of metal bars.]
[Action | June 24th]wise_maidenJune 29 2011, 16:56:39 UTC
[And there were the bars.
Entering the cell herself at this point is out of the question, but she carefully slips the fresh items in as best as she can considering the circumstances.
Once she's done, she lifts her head toward that piercing gaze.]
[Action | June 24th]imatreenowJune 30 2011, 06:16:57 UTC
[His eyes narrow. More than anyone else, he didn't want to see her. The mess during the draft, the mess created last week...
He should just stay quiet; speaking with her is always like drowning in too-warm water. If he doesn't say anything, she'll turn and leave and he won't have to deal with it. Except he knows he will - she'll leave, but the thought will still fester in his brain. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea.]
If you thought your cheap lies had actually gotten through to me, don't. Nothing has changed.
[Action | June 24th]wise_maidenJune 30 2011, 06:43:52 UTC
[ It's a surprise that he'd be the one to speak first this time, but it's always strange, how these encounters go. She says nothing for a moment, but when she speaks her voice is calm, meeting his gaze. ] I have a feeling that I'm not the one you want to convince.
[Action | June 24th]imatreenowJune 30 2011, 07:12:10 UTC
[He can almost feel his insides twist into angry knots, taut with the same fear that keeps him clinging to his beliefs. Glowering at her, but remaining firmly rooted in place near the center of the cell.]
I don't have to convince myself of anything - I know what the truth is.
[Action | June 24th]imatreenowJuly 1 2011, 04:33:58 UTC
...Why does it matter? It happened and it's over. [Right, like letting go of the past is something he's readily capable of. While he may have recovered from the shift's effects, what makes you think he's recovered from the shift's after-effects?]
[Action | June 24th]imatreenowJuly 1 2011, 06:41:06 UTC
[a scoff. That's part of a completely different problem. ...No, not completely. Funny, how everything seems to intersect and it all bleeds together. But "funny" isn't really the word for it.]
That's what I tried to tell you back in our filthy world. Yet you didn't understand then, and you still don't understand now.
He would have had more than enough to sustain himself during that week anyway. And given what had happened, approaching him too soon would likely have been disastrous. Even this encounter is one that Raine must steel herself for, as she travels down the tunnel, heading toward the cells. Fresh food, water, clean bandages for his wounds--though he could likely handle that himself, at this point. She needed to be prudent, after all.]
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Hatred for this world and those pulling the strings burned in him endlessly for those days spent alone. He hates being tugged inside-out, forced to show the vulnerabilities within, and altered as though by surgery. It always feels so natural and real, and that's why he hates it. If his mind and heart can be manipulated that easily, how is he ever supposed to know whether his thoughts and feelings are his own? Especially when so much confusion already bubbles dangerously inside of him, and he's trying so hard to pretend it isn't there.
He hears someone approaching and tenses, fixing his gaze on the partition of metal bars.]
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Entering the cell herself at this point is out of the question, but she carefully slips the fresh items in as best as she can considering the circumstances.
Once she's done, she lifts her head toward that piercing gaze.]
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He should just stay quiet; speaking with her is always like drowning in too-warm water. If he doesn't say anything, she'll turn and leave and he won't have to deal with it. Except he knows he will - she'll leave, but the thought will still fester in his brain. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea.]
If you thought your cheap lies had actually gotten through to me, don't. Nothing has changed.
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I don't have to convince myself of anything - I know what the truth is.
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You're just trying to push your own views on me again.
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Call it what you like.
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That's what I tried to tell you back in our filthy world. Yet you didn't understand then, and you still don't understand now.
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