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     087′S GAZE IS drawn to his surrogate father. the APPROVAL is what he craves, his skin flushing in rare happiness. it is as though the boy’s being lights up, warmth radiating through out his mind. he was useful, unhurt by unkind words and a harsh hand for once in his life. but it is the file placed before him that seems to suck away his warmth, leaving him cold and scared. immediately there is thick doubt, settling against his thoughts like a oppressing fog. he could barely see, hot rush of tears already close to falling. a harsh sweat starts, beading at the edges of his curly hairline.

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    ‘ Roman Mikhailov.he tries to focus, dark eyes disappearing behind veined lids. FOCUS is what he needs, trying to wrap himself in his father’s presence and keep himself calm. he can do this, he knows he can because he’s done it before. but the usual stars do not explode and flicker behind his lids, even as crooked fingers ( broken so many times in retaliation for his very own hubris ) spread across the manila before him.  ‘ i can’t—there’s nothing. i can’t!

    sluggish blood drips from a wide nostril as he tries again and again, the force of his thoughts rocking bolted table.

               ACROSS THE DISTANCE of the facility sounds intrude, undefined in the structured chaos of groaning pipes && shifting conduits. The ugly bald-faced lighting fixture above the interrogation table begins to flicker, swaying back && forth as if caught in a strong wind. A disconcerting image to anyone who has not been trained to anticipate these kind of side effects from the psychometric process. 

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               One hand comes to settle on the crook of 087′s shoulder, flashing a beacon of pure warmth through the younger man that Vader can only hope is enough to stabilize him. ❝ You must focus. ❞ His own eyes slide closed, his mind reaching for 087, coaxing him into the dark place where all their thoughts may meet. A purgatory they’ve all come to regard as a second home, despite its horrors. He’d much rather fight monsters than the men who raised him — who know every delicate chink in his psychological armor. 

               There’s a man speaking Russian in a far corner of the dark place, his voice an echo Vader prompts 087 to follow. ❝ I am here with you, 087. I will not allow any harm come to you. ❞

 
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