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Characters: AU Ψiioniic & AU Handmaid
Setting: starfield floor
Format: Prose
Summary: Were they cheated of a relationship when English coopted the Handmaid? The world may never know, but at least they can find out now.
Warnings: None.

Sometimes, he wondered if it was morbid that he enjoyed spending so much time on the starfield floor. It should have been a reminder of his slavery, his torture.

Instead it was bizarrely comforting. It was the best part of his time on the ship - he'd always loved the feeling of being able to see forever that came with being part of the ship. Sometimes he thought it was the only thing that had allowed him to maintain some shred of his sanity.

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That comment throws her off, and she frowns. She doesn't know how to explain without getting into things that he really doesn't need to know, so she responds in possibly the most pathetic, stilted way possible. "I was... Taught about you."

Lame.

"Taught about me?" He stares at her, thoroughly non-plussed. Why would she have been taught about him? He's nothing special. A companion of the Signless, sure, but he has no doubt that the Condesce would have done everything in her power to make certain all memory of the Signless and his message was suppressed. His lieutenants wouldn't even get a footnote in history.

This is suddenly awkward, even for her. What is she supposed to say, that some creepy abusive omnipotent being taught her about Signless and the others? That she'd been around for the rebellion, too, in the background and making their job harder? She lets out a breath and looks away, not responding.

"O...kay." He's really just not sure how to handle this troll at all. She is by far and away the strangest troll he's ever met. Possibly the strangest person, which was saying something considering the people here in the tower.

But maybe she was just... well, shy. Or something. Maybe she just wasn't good at talking to people he could understand that. "So... you don't like the stars much, then?" he tried awkwardly. He was NOT leaving, but he wasn't just going to ignore her while she was there, so until she went away, he would keep trying.

She shrugs, sneaking a glance at him again. "They remind me of home," she mutters. Even if his attempts are awkward and forced, no one has tried this hard to talk to her before. It's odd.

"Aaaand that'th a bad thing?" he hazards a guess. It certainly seems to be. He thought he'd hated his life before coming to the tower, but she seemed to be one-upping him.

That was pretty scary if it was founded, actually. If it was unfounded and she was just emo, then it was lame. He kind of really hoped it was the latter, because he wouldn't wish his life on anybody, let alone a worse one.

"Of course it's a bad thing," she snaps. Sure, she's disdainful towards pretty much everything, but Alternia and her "masters" certainly take the cake. And out of anyone, the Psiioniic shouldn't be surprised. "I'm sure it won't be difficult for you to come up with a few reasons why. I have no idea why you seem so happy being reminded of it."

Hey, look, he's actually gotten her to talk! Or irritated her enough to rant. Same thing, right?

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