[ The creaking stops, as if he listens, relaxing his grip so he doesn't break it. He doesn't want to lose his only current method of talking to Robin, wouldn't be able to survive the week with his mind in tact. It's brittle enough already, itching at the side of his concentration, twisting with thoughts and words still sinking in.
He picks bits and pieces of focus on, words that ring familiar or seem particularly important; wasteland, Nel, contract, property, Tek. The last grabs, forces him into sharpness, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. He rememberz that, remembers the name, remembers how it felt when he thought he had been replaced.
At first he laughs, a soft sound swiftly joined by the clatter of his communicator falling onto the floor. Of course, of fucking course. Who else would it have been?
Pain starts in his chest, like a fire that moves through his veins, scorching. Bile in his throat, fingers twitching as the urge to hit something rises. ] Tek. [ He growls out, just before a fist flies out and hits the wall. The sound is loud, deafening, echoes through the empty room - a thick bang and the crack of bone.
How right he had been back then. How right he had been when Robin claimed otherwise.
Replaced, forgotten, not supposed to be here, not wanted. ]
Yeah. [ Michael can barely keep the growl from his tone, as if his earlier display wasn't enough to alert Robin to the dramatic shift his mood has taken. ] Dying hurts like a bitch.
[ It hardly matters what else Robin had said, not now, tunnel vision has taken him and at the end of it lays Tek. ]
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He picks bits and pieces of focus on, words that ring familiar or seem particularly important; wasteland, Nel, contract, property, Tek. The last grabs, forces him into sharpness, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. He rememberz that, remembers the name, remembers how it felt when he thought he had been replaced.
At first he laughs, a soft sound swiftly joined by the clatter of his communicator falling onto the floor. Of course, of fucking course. Who else would it have been?
Pain starts in his chest, like a fire that moves through his veins, scorching. Bile in his throat, fingers twitching as the urge to hit something rises. ] Tek. [ He growls out, just before a fist flies out and hits the wall. The sound is loud, deafening, echoes through the empty room - a thick bang and the crack of bone.
How right he had been back then. How right he had been when Robin claimed otherwise.
Replaced, forgotten, not supposed to be here, not wanted. ]
Yeah. [ Michael can barely keep the growl from his tone, as if his earlier display wasn't enough to alert Robin to the dramatic shift his mood has taken. ] Dying hurts like a bitch.
[ It hardly matters what else Robin had said, not now, tunnel vision has taken him and at the end of it lays Tek. ]