Things are heating up

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Characters: Ψiioniic & Signless, possibly others as they move around.
Setting: Their room to start with, morning of the new experiment developments
Format: narrative
Summary: Signless is reacting to the new increase in paranoia, and it's not going to be pretty for Ψ
Warnings: doubtless swearing, paranoia and anger, some mention of the body mods done to Ψ

Waking up meant returning to the reality of what had been done to him, so Ψiioniic had decided he didn't much like doing it. Even so there were only so many hours a troll could sleep in the day, and since he was used to a lot less sleep than most, he couldn't even manage to escape into dreams for long. So he woke as usual at around the same time as Signless.

The presence of his moirail was just about the only thing that made it all bearable. "Evening," he murmured when he saw his friend was stirring as well. "Should we go get some breakfast and see who's around?"

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[benigncancer]

That hurt on Psiioniic's face felt like a stab right in the wind tube. Signless covered his face with both hands, struggling with himself. He pitied the fuck out of this troll, and the last thing he wanted to do was to make him even more miserable and alone than he already was.

"I don't want to believe that shit!" he exclaimed. "But I just can't stop thinking about what might happen. It's driving me fucking crazy, Psi."

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And now that the idea had been planted in Ψiioniic's mind, it was probably going to drive him crazy, as well. On the other hand, for all his justifiable paranoia, Signless had also always been the type to believe in his friends come hell or high noon.

When Ψiioniic had first joined the rebellion and admitted that he'd been sent to assassinate Signless, he'd expected to be treated with caution and wariness at absolute best, and outright distrust and contempt at worst. Instead Signless had never once shown the tiniest amount of doubt in him, treating him like a close friend from that moment on.

It was largely Signless' unshakable belief in him that had allowed Ψiioniic to truly break free of his enslavement. Having Signless doubt him now... well, it scared him shitless. The situation had to be bad, much worse than Signless was telling him, for him to distrust Ψiioniic.

"Then... maybe it'th betht if you don't tell me anything, or let me be involved," he said, voice quivering slightly and his lisp noticeably worse again. "I can't thabotage what I don't know about. If... if you're really that worried..."

>Cnd's heart: Break

[benigncancer]

Signless remembered that time, too. He had never doubted Psiioniic before. Not when Psiioniic came to assassinate him. Not when the Condesce had ordered Psiioniic to kill him a few weeks before.

Never.

What had changed?

"It's me," he whispered.

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"It'th okay, SS," Ψiioniic hastened to assure him. He wasn't sure what that comment meant, exactly... some inner dialogue of Signless' that he wasn't actually meant to understand, most likely. But he could tell his moirail was upset by the whole thing, and the only thing Ψiioniic could do to try to ease the pain was convince him that he didn't mind being treated like an outsider.

Even if it really, really hurt.

"I get it, you can't take any... any rithkth," he continued gamely, hunching in on himself. "I'll jutht... thtay here, and try to thtay out of trouble. I promithe."

[benigncancer]

"No, no! It's me!" he exclaimed. "They've changed me! I've known you for sweeps, and never once, not for an instant, been worried you'd betray me. Even if I had thought you might, I'd just swing you back to my side. I've never, ever had thoughts like this."

He rubbed a shaking hand over his face. "They've already gotten to me."

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Hesitantly Ψiioniic reached out and patted his moirail's head. "Shush," he soothed his friend, not knowing what else to do. The thought that they might have done something to Signless was horrifying. In some ways it would be worse than what they'd done to Ψiioniic. At least he knew he'd been experimented on and altered.

"We'll figure it out," he promised. "Together, the same way we alwayth do. Don't doubt yourself, either."

[benigncancer]

"Something is wrong! It's either me or you," Signless protested, though the shooshing was helpful. He turned his head and buried it against his moirail's chest, then shivered away a little, horrified by the smooth, unnatural slickness of the substance covering his body.

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"We'll figure it out," Ψiioniic repeated helplessly. He didn't know what else to do other than keep saying that, and keep patting Signless' head to try to calm his moirail. If there was a good answer to this situation, he had no idea what it was.