"I CAN DO IT!" He blurts. "P-please. MEAN IT THIS TIME. Know how to use Morphling. I--" He hesitates. This on camera. Everyone will know. Fuck. Fuck him, but it's the only way he can think he'll convince. "--USED TO USE IT. After yo-- The Helmsman got gone the first time. PLEASE... ain't want you to do this for me..."
He doesn't want Mituna to do it. He doesn't know if he even wants Sam to. It ain't pride. It's association. It's how all the world spins and his rage cools and everything falls right the motherfuck into place and splays out simultaneous.
And then past that... past that is what he remembers after. What he recalls from when they strapped him down, cut out his tongue, and put all manner of shot up in him, the electricity what he couldn't even scream for. Then order after order to be followed.
It's all the hurt what gets being tangential. And just to prove that...
"DO AS ALL YOU ASK. Whatever. MY TRAP WILL GET ON BEING SHUT. Not a word from my maw. P-PROMISE."
He tears his claws from the ice and holds his hand out in hope, looking pleading. It doesn't occur that either one might take advantage of that outstretched arm.
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He doesn't want Mituna to do it. He doesn't know if he even wants Sam to. It ain't pride. It's association. It's how all the world spins and his rage cools and everything falls right the motherfuck into place and splays out simultaneous.
And then past that... past that is what he remembers after. What he recalls from when they strapped him down, cut out his tongue, and put all manner of shot up in him, the electricity what he couldn't even scream for. Then order after order to be followed.
It's all the hurt what gets being tangential. And just to prove that...
"DO AS ALL YOU ASK. Whatever. MY TRAP WILL GET ON BEING SHUT. Not a word from my maw. P-PROMISE."
He tears his claws from the ice and holds his hand out in hope, looking pleading. It doesn't occur that either one might take advantage of that outstretched arm.