17: Voice

[warmscalpelhigh]

[Amber's room has been rendered, by Q, to the room of her childhood. There are fluffy pillows, tiaras, and clothes everywhere. There is a stage, as well--everything a diva could want

Comments

Private:

[one_who_is_many]

We remember when it was just Four Of Four.

Don't leave us... Absence is an agony...

Private:

[warmscalpelhigh]

Agony...

I can't...

Re: Private:

[one_who_is_many]

Let us be with you, Amber... Inside you... We can't... We...

Need you.

Private:

[warmscalpelhigh]

I don't know. It's too much.

A flash, as he's placed in the surroundings of calming desert island:

[q_uery]

Enforced mental reconditioning is best left to the professionals, Miss Sweet...

She sounds calmer

[warmscalpelhigh]

This is better. This is...it's good.

I don't know if I could stand...if I could stand another surgery...another reminder of surgery...

[q_uery]

It's a never-ceasing amazement that your species seems to require such tragedy to evolve...

We all have limits, Amber. Just be glad you found your own.

[warmscalpelhigh]

I don't fucking care what it took, okay? I don't ever want to go through that again. I can't believe how fucking desperate I was.

But I'm scared...and I'm confused. Because there are parts of it that I can't get out of my fucking mind...

Private

[themostdashing]

...

Sister?

Private

[warmscalpelhigh]

Are we...you... Are you okay?

Private

[themostdashing]

I don't know.

Private. You are alive! I hope the move went well!

[warmscalpelhigh]

Me either.

I'm scared.