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Setting: Room 2-08, backdated to immediately after Ψiioniic's intro post thread with Mao
Format: Prose please, I suck at action tags
Summary: Signless is going to have a long, tough job to put his friend back together - AGAIN.
Warnings: probably lots of swearing, and mention of torture & abuse

Ψiioniic was still half doubled over in shock and pain as Signless hustled him into the room with their names on the door. 'Overlord' Mao was left out in the hall, and part of Ψiioniic's freak-out had a lot to do with the thought of potential punishments he might be suffering the next time he met the strange alien.

The rest of the freak-out was very much focused on the troll right in front of him. "You're dead," he gasped, choking on his tears. "You're dead, I thaw you die."

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Trying not to sniffle, Ψiioniic nodded against Signless' shoulder. It helped a little to hear the words, but he still blamed himself for the betrayal. At the very least, it shouldn't have been the romantic sort of hate.

At the very least, he should have still been fighting back.

"They strengthened... the conditioning," he explained haltingly when he had a little better control of himself. "I'd escaped onthe, they weren't taking any chances. And she backth it up, conthtantly. She'll never give me up. Now they realize how powerful I am."

"Right," Signless said, his fingers tightening in Psiioniic's shirt. Psiioniic wasn't the only one who felt guilty about this. "I'm not really surprised. I'm sure you did your best, Psi. You did as well as anyone could have done."

"Oh god, I mithed you," he said softly, burrowing closer. The feel of Signless' fingers tightening in his shirt made him feel better. "I tried to hang onto what you taught me, SS, I tried. But it wath so hard." Especially because every time he'd tried to remind himself of what Signless had said, he'd also been reminded of the Vast Expletive that had come at the end.

Signless felt his cheeks burn a bit and he bent his head, hiding his face against Psiioniic's hair. "You ever noticed how many times a day I fuck up? I get angry all the time, and you're always the one telling me I just have to keep working on it, trying to follow our ideals. Why are you so special that one screw up means it's some kind of betrayal that I shouldn't forgive you for, huh?"

"Because it'th not one thcrew-up, SS, it's all the screw-upth. All of them," Ψiioniic insisted miserably. "I started to forget. Not jutht what you taught me... everything. Even... even you and the otherth. I wasn't allowed to even think about you."

"It doesn't matter," Signless said grumpily, tightening his arms. "It doesn't matter. In the end, you still remember me, and still remember what I taught you. You're not attacking me, or something crazy like that. And you're definitely allowed to think about me, now."

He brushed a hand over the psychic's cheek. "We're on another planet, now, far from our home. No highbloods are going to be fucking with you here, okay?"

"Even if you're right and they're not here... it'th not going to be that simple," he told his friend. "I can't just turn off my conditioning. It'th worse than it was when I firtht met you, SS."

That had been a rough time for him, his first struggles to overcome his conditioning and follow the Signless instead. Signless had helped him more than he could ever express thanks for, and it felt cruel to force his friend to go through the whole thing again. Maybe worse than before.

"Tell me something I don't already know," Signless said, rolling his eyes. He smiled down at his friend, a little fiercely - a lot stubborn - and very affectionate as well. "And what are you going to say next? 'Oh Thignlethh, pleathe don't wathte your time on poor old me. Jutht leave me to wallow in my bulgethucking guilt and thame'."

He tugged on a lock of Psiioniic's hair. "Every word is bullshit, okay? You're my best fucking friend, and I'll never leave you behind. Get that through that thick, mutated skull of yours, and don't forget it."

Ψiioniic swallowed hard, and managed a weak smile back at his friend. Signless had correctly predicted pretty much everything he might have said, and he already knew it was useless to argue with the headstrong, stubborn idiot.

He didn't want to make the one argument he had that might actually score a point - that Signless had already broken that promise and left him behind. He was trying not to think about it, and there was no point in hurting his friend when there was nothing Signless could have done to prevent it.

"You know me too well," he admitted.

Telling him that would definitely hurt, but it wouldn't make Signless' point any less valid. Being ripped away from his friend and killed was completely different from leaving him, in the manner that he had meant.

"I know you, and you know me. And I hope you didn't really think I'd be pissed off at you for this." That hurt a bit, in and of itself. But he wasn't about to hold it against Psiioniic, this time.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"No, I knew you wouldn't be mad at me," Ψiioniic assured him. "You're a little too good at not blaming people, sometimes. But I knew it would hurt you to see, you blame yourself inthtead of everyone else."

Half of the function of Signless' closest followers had been to try to ease that burden that Signless so willingly forced on himself - not that they'd ever told him that. None of them liked to see their beloved friend and leader hurting, so they'd worked hard to try to limit the number of things he could blame himself for.

Signless flushed and scowled and shifted a little further up on the bed, pulling Psiioniic with him so that their little tangled pile was more comfortable. "Yeah well. I only blame people for things that are actually their fault, and that includes me!" he grumbled irritably, reaching up to rub the back of Psiioniic's head some more to soothe him.

That actually startled a laugh out of Ψiioniic. It was a thin, weak laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. "SS, I swear you blame yourthelf for the entire existence of the hemospectrum. Tho don't tell me you only blame yourself for things that are actually your fault."

The more comfortable position - and the way Signless was papping his hair so soothingly - made Ψiioniic wish they never had to move. He loosened his grip on Signless' shirt to something less desperate, but still a clear declaration that he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Technically the existence of the hemospectrum isn't my fault," Signless muttered. "Just all the bigotry and everything surrounding it." At least, so he suspected from some of the more obscure dreams he rarely shared with his flock.

He was glad to feel Psiioniic loosening his grip, but he wasn't about to let go any time soon. It seemed his papshooshing really was helping, which was a relief, because he was out of ideas otherwise.

It was definitely helping, though Ψiioniic would have been embarrassed to admit it out loud. Somewhere, in the deepest, most sheltered corner of his heart where he still harboured the hope that Signless had given him, he dared to believe that maybe it would really all be okay.

"You're sure the collar doethn't mean we're slaves?" he asked a little anxiously. "And She's not here?"

"I'm absolutely fucking sure, because no matter what, I will not be obeying any bulgesucker who tries to say otherwise," he said in a hiss. "And I won't be letting you do it, either. Besides, while no one seems to know what the collars are for, I've been around this whole tower and no one's tried to give me an order yet. And everyone I've seen has one, nor have any of them acted like slaves. They're probably some kind of monitoring device, nothing more."

He nuzzled in a little. "So far as I know, you and I are the only two adult trolls in the tower, Psi."

"Yeah, I ran into a couple of kids," Ψiioniic agreed, and gave Signless a bewildered look. "SS, one of them wath me. Only, not me. He said he wath my Descendent. Is that really pothible?"

Sollux still bewildered him, rather thoroughly. He was a great deal like Ψiioniic's earliest memories of himself - the few he had left after all his conditioning, anyway. Sollux had a strength that Ψiioniic envied, and couldn't believe was actually his.

"Yeah, I think it's definitely possible, since I met Redglare's descendent. And some girl who talked about a pirate named Mindfang. They said my descendent is named Karkat." He paused, struggling against his own eagerness. Sounding like a wriggler opening presents on 12th Perigee's morning was definitely uncool. "So that means there's someone in this tower with my blood."

"Sollukth mentioned that, too," Ψiioniic agreed, catching the spirit of enthusiasm from his friend. "I want to meet him. From what the kids thaid, he sounds quite a bit like you."

He of all people knew just how much it would mean to the Signless not to be alone. For there to be another troll that shared his blood colour, however screwed up the mutation was, would literally mean the world to him.

One nice thing about having close friends was that you didn't have to say out loud the embarrassing things that were in your mind. They just knew. "Yeah, hopefully I'll find the wriggler sometime," he said as nonchalantly as he could manage. "Though he might punch me or something, who knows?"

"Oh, undoubtedly, if he'th really like you," Ψiioniic agreed with a soft chuckle. He was feeling more and more like his old self - being alone with Signless like this was truly giving him back his hope.

"Should I hold him back if I'm there, or jutht let him take the swing?" he asked, resting his head against Signless' shoulder. "Taking the shot would probably get you off on better footing with him... but he really might not pull it."

"Nah, let him get it out of his system," Signless said, his lips spreading in a broad, relieved grin. Psiioniic was really starting to sound like his old self. "I'm sure I can take him."

"If you say tho, I just hope you don't regret it," Ψiioniic dared to tease him gently. If he kept his eyes closed and didn't look at the room or the collars around their necks, he could almost pretend the last sweep had never happened. The two of them had spent plenty of days huddled together under scant shelter from the burning sunlight, talking softly into the late hours of the morning and teasing each other with the ease of best friends.

He'd missed those moments the most, during his time on the ship.

"But you have to promise to introduthe me to him, if I'm not there already," he said. "I really want to see thith 'second coming' of yours."

"I will," Signless promised, grinning. "Though I'm sure your fragile fucking mind won't be able to handle the sheer amount of pure badassery in one room, with us both there at the same time."

If he'd had time to miss those days, huddled together, he would have. He was just glad that Psiioniic seemed to be feeling so much better.

Edited 2011-09-09 21:59 (UTC)

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you're tho badass you overwhelm thmall wrigglers just with your existence," Ψiioniic snickered. Then he yawned, catching himself by surprise. "I'm exhauthted. Too many shocks in a short period," he murmured. "I almost don't even remember what it feels like to sleep."

As the Helmsman, of course, he'd never slept. There was no such escape for him, who had to run the ship at all times. But now that weariness was creeping over him, making his body feel heavy, he remembered the sensation of it.

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