[ Hypnotized? She doesn't recall any of that information being parsed out in the meeting. Is it another function of the Augmenter or...? Either way, it's catastrophic. That they have that kind of power and can wield it with impunity... Mel's throat tightens, her fingers holding the device so closely that it nearly creaks from the effort. ]
We snapped out of it after there was some kind of... electrical surge. All the lights went off. The machines they had us attached to broke. And I...
[Sorry, Mel. He needs another couple of breaths.]
It's like we were aware the whole time. We knew we were walking in. That they were talking to us. But I couldn't remember why we were there. Why we'd thought it was a good idea to go, or if it was our idea at all. Northly said they made us go, and... I don't know.
[He's never been hypnotized before, never had his mind controlled like this - as far as he knows. The best comparison he has is mind-altering drugs, and he got an unfortunate dose of those that same day, too.]
[ She waits patiently for him, though sitting there and not being by his side is...difficult. It's as if she can feel the imprint's thread strumming like his instrument, bouncing in the air with dread and concern. She waits; she listens. The dread starts to crawl up her throat, threatening to choke her. ]
You were aware but...did you feel any part of it was wrong at the time? That something might have been off about it at all? Or did you have the impression you were meant to believe this was your intention from the start?
Started feeling like something was wrong the longer we were there, as they were getting ready to measure something. The energy of Imprints. I should've been listening, but I kept feeling this itch at the back of my neck, like my hair was standin' on end.
[At least Northly was with him. He can't bother her with this, no when she seems ready to fight them. He should be ready to fight them, to protect them both, but all he can think about at the second is the fear coursing through his veins, bleeding from old scars.]
I think... I thought it was my idea. Like I saw the message and just... decided it was something we should do. I wouldn't've done that. I wouldn't've taken her there.
No, you wouldn't have. Not in a thousand years, not unless it was dire.
[ She says this firmly, without hesitation. There is no possible way that Pom would take anyone close to Patho-Gen HQ unless he was specifically wanting to show them what he'd told her weeks ago. He wouldn't take anyone there for a fucking experiment. The only solace she has to grasp onto is the idea that there will be signs if something's wrong and to lean into them as best as one can. It doesn't mean it's foolproof but...but she's reminded of the way her feathers twitch, become unsettled, every time there's danger.
It's worth listening to those instincts. She'll need to remember. ]
That they can influence us this deeply is horrifying. I knew they could knock us out but... But to twist our very thoughts...
[There's a sound like he's choking, silence as he holds everything in - his breath as well as his emotions, anxiety and disgust bound together with frustration into a volatile package. Finally, there's a stuttering inhale, forcibly stifled as he tries to keep himself together. He has to: Purl isn't here to pick him up, should he shatter.]
I'd rather die. [He almost chokes again, but continues.] I'd rather die than be used to hurt the people I care about. Used to lure them into a trap, all while thinking it was my idea, what trust I put out there poisoned.
[He's got so little trust to begin with, for himself and for others, be doesn't say it for reassurance. If there is anyone who is aware of that already, it's Mel.]
I just... thought you oughtta know. In case something happens.
[ It's firm despite the horror behind it, the knowledge that while they would know better, Pom is still right; it muddies the water, poisons their bonds. Patho-Gen can take anyone and twist them up and no one would know otherwise. Their trust in each other will be put to the test with this, again and again. How can any of them truly be certain it's their will?
Fear gnaws at her like a snapping, hungry beast. She blows out a quiet breath. ]
Thank you. For warning me. I...
[ I hate that this happened to you. I hate that your trust is tested, again and again, because of these people. ]
I hate them.
[ She's never said such a thing before. She's never felt such an emotion. Mel Medarda doesn't even hate Silco and yet she hates what this place has done to people, what this place will continue to do to each and every one of them. ]
[He nods silently, pulling in another breath that's just as audible as the last. His tone is small, exhausted, yet behind it is a vehemence he tries to control, a spark that threatens to burn him alive if he lets it.]
I think I do, too.
[He hasn't felt that in a while, not truly. The bestial fury of his Natural Soul is one thing, but this is something deeper, something more him than his own skin or chosen name.]
I don't like it. Don't like how it keeps me warm down to my bones. How it makes my heart pound in my chest like it's something to be desired.
[He might struggle with what desire is supposed to feel like, but he knows that much.]
I've never hated anyone or anything. [ She thinks. But when her thoughts travel back to the Black Rose, to Kino and Elora, her thoughts darken. ] And yet, all I can feel is...
[ Agony. Rage. Perhaps she owes Silco and Hubert apologies for acting as though she is above the fire that threatens to consume her. She knows some of this is the other soul, the predator-prey instinct to be so viscerally against that which threatens you. That which threatens others of your flock, your brood. But some of this is her own, something she has to reconcile with. She has never had to taste the bitterness of oppression before, nor the sting of fear around being puppeted. For all that she has experienced with the Black Rose, so much of it was temporary.
Here, it is ever present. It is a reminder of her own cruelty, her failures. She is starting to understand it better. But she knows what Pom speaks of: the warm grip of something like validation when she gives in to the instinct to hunt, to defend, to snap, to tear. ]
No, I... I feel it too. I thought I could contain it if I left it to small bouts of hunting on my own. [ Hunting, not killing. Practice. Or eating something small, as one can. ] This runs so much deeper. I have to catch myself but I find it's happening more and more.
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[ Hypnotized? She doesn't recall any of that information being parsed out in the meeting. Is it another function of the Augmenter or...? Either way, it's catastrophic. That they have that kind of power and can wield it with impunity... Mel's throat tightens, her fingers holding the device so closely that it nearly creaks from the effort. ]
When did you realize what was going on?
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[Sorry, Mel. He needs another couple of breaths.]
It's like we were aware the whole time. We knew we were walking in. That they were talking to us. But I couldn't remember why we were there. Why we'd thought it was a good idea to go, or if it was our idea at all. Northly said they made us go, and... I don't know.
[He's never been hypnotized before, never had his mind controlled like this - as far as he knows. The best comparison he has is mind-altering drugs, and he got an unfortunate dose of those that same day, too.]
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You were aware but...did you feel any part of it was wrong at the time? That something might have been off about it at all? Or did you have the impression you were meant to believe this was your intention from the start?
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[At least Northly was with him. He can't bother her with this, no when she seems ready to fight them. He should be ready to fight them, to protect them both, but all he can think about at the second is the fear coursing through his veins, bleeding from old scars.]
I think... I thought it was my idea. Like I saw the message and just... decided it was something we should do. I wouldn't've done that. I wouldn't've taken her there.
[... would he? How can he know?]
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[ She says this firmly, without hesitation. There is no possible way that Pom would take anyone close to Patho-Gen HQ unless he was specifically wanting to show them what he'd told her weeks ago. He wouldn't take anyone there for a fucking experiment. The only solace she has to grasp onto is the idea that there will be signs if something's wrong and to lean into them as best as one can. It doesn't mean it's foolproof but...but she's reminded of the way her feathers twitch, become unsettled, every time there's danger.
It's worth listening to those instincts. She'll need to remember. ]
That they can influence us this deeply is horrifying. I knew they could knock us out but... But to twist our very thoughts...
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I'd rather die. [He almost chokes again, but continues.] I'd rather die than be used to hurt the people I care about. Used to lure them into a trap, all while thinking it was my idea, what trust I put out there poisoned.
[He's got so little trust to begin with, for himself and for others, be doesn't say it for reassurance. If there is anyone who is aware of that already, it's Mel.]
I just... thought you oughtta know. In case something happens.
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[ It's firm despite the horror behind it, the knowledge that while they would know better, Pom is still right; it muddies the water, poisons their bonds. Patho-Gen can take anyone and twist them up and no one would know otherwise. Their trust in each other will be put to the test with this, again and again. How can any of them truly be certain it's their will?
Fear gnaws at her like a snapping, hungry beast. She blows out a quiet breath. ]
Thank you. For warning me. I...
[ I hate that this happened to you. I hate that your trust is tested, again and again, because of these people. ]
I hate them.
[ She's never said such a thing before. She's never felt such an emotion. Mel Medarda doesn't even hate Silco and yet she hates what this place has done to people, what this place will continue to do to each and every one of them. ]
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I think I do, too.
[He hasn't felt that in a while, not truly. The bestial fury of his Natural Soul is one thing, but this is something deeper, something more him than his own skin or chosen name.]
I don't like it. Don't like how it keeps me warm down to my bones. How it makes my heart pound in my chest like it's something to be desired.
[He might struggle with what desire is supposed to feel like, but he knows that much.]
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[ Agony. Rage. Perhaps she owes Silco and Hubert apologies for acting as though she is above the fire that threatens to consume her. She knows some of this is the other soul, the predator-prey instinct to be so viscerally against that which threatens you. That which threatens others of your flock, your brood. But some of this is her own, something she has to reconcile with. She has never had to taste the bitterness of oppression before, nor the sting of fear around being puppeted. For all that she has experienced with the Black Rose, so much of it was temporary.
Here, it is ever present. It is a reminder of her own cruelty, her failures. She is starting to understand it better. But she knows what Pom speaks of: the warm grip of something like validation when she gives in to the instinct to hunt, to defend, to snap, to tear. ]
No, I... I feel it too. I thought I could contain it if I left it to small bouts of hunting on my own. [ Hunting, not killing. Practice. Or eating something small, as one can. ] This runs so much deeper. I have to catch myself but I find it's happening more and more.