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[❝In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#50A6C2 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #388E8E】
|| Never Enough|| The Greatest Showman ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#50A6C2 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #388E8E】
|| Never Enough|| The Greatest Showman ||
To say Yui was confused would be an understatement. The little girl blinked, looking between Mizuki and Raven. If Raven had saved Mizu and brought her here, why didn't she just take her to the base in Odaiba? Perhaps so they could find Damian and rescue him first? "Yui is Yui!" The girl corrected Mizuki; her name was not Yuki, although it was close to it. Yui looked back up at Raven when she asked her a question and shook her head in response. "Yui no know," the fish scratched her cheek, trying to recollect if she had ever met a Loretta. Raven placed a hand on Yui's stomach, over her light bearing mark and Yui squirmed, wondering what Raven was doing. She placed a hand over Yui's heart, asking if she wanted power.
Yui considered the offer, on the one hand, she wanted to be able to protect everyone, but on the other, she was afraid. What if she had more power? What if it changed her and made her into someone like the Bad Reaper? Yui shook her head once more, she didn't want more power, she just wanted to be stronger, to have the chance to prove herself and protect those she cherished from the bad things. "Yui no want," she whispered, taking a step back. Yui didn't care about the world quite yet, she was still learning about everything and what she had seen so far was ugly. When she was on the streets in Shibuya, no one had offered to help her. Then again, what about how much fun she had, had at Disneyland? It had been a beautiful day despite the fact that the Bad Reaper had come to ruin it all.
Yui was going to change her mind, she was going to accept Raven's offer when Mizuki began to speak. Yui already had the power, she said, they all did. Mizuki leaned in, her whisper tickling Yui's ear. Yui was feeling rather queasy, her uncertainty written across her face. Why couldn't she trust Raven? Wasn't Raven one of the good guys? Yui reached out to try and feel the blood of those in the building and realized that their rhythms were all the same. It was as though they were all calmly going about their day, but the child had become highly suspicious. She stepped away from both girls, confused and frightened. A blood knife formed in her hands and Yui backed away, towards the door. She didn't like this situation, she wanted to go. Yui would run and tell Aria where Mizuki was so that all of the Freedom Fighters could come and save her. Yui couldn't do it on her own, as much as she wanted to, she wasn't strong enough yet.
Raven was a light bearer? No, there had to be someone else behind all of this. Raven was just a normal girl!
When Ronan returned it was with a tray of food and a bundle of clothing. "Get dressed," Shoku's lackey said, undoing the straps so that Damian could tug the white shirt and drawstring pants on. It was odd, for a man who loved darkness to have surrounded himself in the purity of white. Damian fumbled, his fingers wrapped and buddy taped due to the fact that they were now all broken. "Give me that!" Ronan snapped, "you're taking too long." He placed the shirt over Damian's head and despite his brutishness, was oddly gentle. Damian's meal was, he noticed, completely nutritionally balanced. It seemed that Shoku wanted to keep his light bearers in top shape. "What does he want with me?" Damian asked between a mouthful of food. He hadn't realized how starving he was until the smell of food had hit his nose. It was good, distinctly bland, as though the maker had put no heart into it, but better than what he had been expecting. Ronan did not answer his prompt, perhaps he did not know what Shoku wanted with him? Or maybe he just liked knowing that he had more information?
Considering the condition they had found Yui in, who had been on predigested formula for who knows how long, Damian had been afraid that all of his meals would be coming in via protein shake. "Don't move," Ronan warned when Damian was done. Damian froze instinctively, not wanting to be hurt again. Ronan undid the straps around his ankles and lifted Damian as though he weighed nothing, dumping him unceremoniously in a wheelchair and strapping his wrists and ankles down. "You don't have to do what that man says," Damian spoke quietly as Ronan wheeled him out of the room. Where were they going? Damian looked back at Ronan and blushed, noticing the delicate curvature of his chin. "If you escape, you can come with me, you'll be free." Ronan grinned, Damian had only just noticed the bandages peaking out from underneath Ronan's shirt.
"I don't have to do anything, I want to." The pills made him obedient. The pills made Ronan's mind a blur. They repressed his feelings, they scattered his memories, preventing Ronan from lashing out against his master. Despite his words, Damian could tell that Ronan was thoroughly beaten, perhaps suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Ronan laughed, the sound cruel and grating. "I have everything I could ever need or want. Food, clothes, power." He cracked a knuckle, causing Damian to jump. They had reached their mysterious destination and Ronan placed his finger on the reader, the door opening. He wheeled Damian in backwards, going down a slight incline and into a narrow hallway with doors lining either side. Damian swallowed hard, wondering what was in store.
When Ronan opened up the last door on the right, it was revealed to be a room fashioned into a medical office, a tray of tools laid out on the table. "Have fun," Ronan snickered, turning around. He ran a hand through his short hair and Damian could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a bar code on his neck, the same place where Yui had her's. Is that was this place was? Was Damian going to be receiving the same treatment?