Older Pierce: Jules. *The name meant nothing. Neither did any of the other names he mentioned. Well...on that note, it’s time for you to go. You should get out of here before-
*Another card swiped and unlocked the door, in stepping Rory.
Rory: Am I interrupting, Commander?
Older Pierce: No. I was just talking to my new servant.
Rory: I see. Does the Director know about your...visitor?
Older Pierce: No, and I’d like it to stay that way.
Rory: *Humming in thought, she began to slowly circle the teen like a lion stalking its prey. Are you sure? You know how he feels about you being alone with boys. Remember last time? You were all obsessed with Ollie, and he seemed so sweet at first. He was a servant too, but you convinced daddy dearest that that wasn’t good enough. You saw how strong he was, how fast, how smart... So you made him a soldier. And you were right, he was a quick learner... Exactly how long did it take for him to beat you? Two months? He trained day and night and rarely ever slept—it was a shock that he even made it that far. But you, you just couldn’t stand the idea of fighting against him. You were so blinded by how ‘cute’ he was that you wouldn’t lay a finger on him. And then what happened?
Older Pierce: This isn’t like that. He’s just a servant! Besides, I don’t recall asking for your f*cking opinion. Get out of my room.
Rory: *Charging forward until she was toe to toe with the girl. You let him win. But your dad didn’t like that, did he? He had the General knock some sense into you until finally you put a bullet in Ollie’s head. *Lunges, grabbing Pierce by her tactical vest. He was my brother, did you know that?
Older Pierce: Yes. *Keeping her voice calm and her gaze steady. Your brother was a piece of sh*t who took advantage of me. He’s the reason why I’m so angry all the time. Why I don’t date guys or talk to them without insulting them or even feel safe around them. I didn’t let him win. I didn’t let him do anything. He just did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it. But I didn’t want to kill him. It was self-defense.
Rory: Self-defense? You really expect me to believe that?
Older Pierce: I don’t care what you believe. It’s the truth, take it or leave it. It’s not my problem.
Rory: I think you’re lying. And I think you’re trying to protect that little weasel friend of yours.
Older Pierce: What do I have to gain by lying about being assaulted? And so what? Are you going to kill us both? I’m genuinely confused. *Wincing when Rory tightened her grip.
Rory: I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to make sure none of your friends ever make it out of here alive. Starting with him.
Older Pierce: I can’t let you do that.
Samson: *Drops Sang down hard on the metal table while Surgeon grabbed a power drill from nearby. Why not? Don’t you want to see what’s inside?
*Sang felt his heart drop a little, though he tried not to show it. Nodding, he slid back down under the blankets.
Older Sang: Yeah, a nap sounds good. *Looks away at the wall for a moment before glancing up at him again. I...should be okay to return to Earth tomorrow. So...yeah. You won’t have to worry about me for much longer. I don’t want to impose or anything.
*Truthfully, he didn’t want to leave, but he felt like he didn’t belong there. If ‘I appreciate it’ and a quick subject change were all Trenton had to offer after the idol had poured his heart out—maybe the doctor had moved on, after all?
*Somehow that hurt worse than death. At least when he was dying he could wonder if Trenton was missing him somewhere. But now, face to face with the man, he realized that being missed or loved didn’t equate to being welcome and wanted.
*The doctor had saved his life and was caring for him as a patient, not a lost lover. And the more Sang thought about it, the dumber he felt.
*Why wouldn't he have moved on? Trenton lived with his ex and co-parented two girls with him. He and Sang hadn’t spoken in years. A lot had changed since then.
*The idol pulled the blankets up over his chest and turned on his side to try to rest. Closing his eyes, he let his messy thoughts get the better of him again, sending an all-too-familiar tidal wave of anger, pain, loneliness, and helplessness crashing over him. Some days he could hardly breathe under the weight of it all.
*Things like ‘your fault,’ ‘they hate you,’ ‘you don’t belong here,’ and ‘you’ll never be good enough’ were just a small sample from the constant voices in his head berating him. It was inescapable, really. They were there every time he closed his eyes.
*He just wanted to make it all stop.
Older Seok: Not really, no. But before you say anything, I want you to know something. You weren’t the only one destroyed that day.
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