disassembling: (The truth hurts)
тнє ωιηтєя ѕσℓ∂ιєя ([personal profile] disassembling) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2014-06-15 03:09 am (UTC)

He wasn't used to being denied going out into the field. Normally, it was his only option, to range into missions and tear down opposition and his targets. He wasn't awake except for repairs or training, so the idea that he would be kept awake in a cage bothered him considerably. It would mean that all he could do was think when he preferred right now just being blank and only free to muse on details of a mission or recent training. If he was stuck in that room all the time... he thought he might go mad alone.

He had never forced the issue on a field mission either, and for now, he held his peace. He had never had power to force others to do what he wanted verbally. It was only when he was malfunctioning that people died, that his streak of violence went deep and uncontrolled. It was why he normally had armed escort. "Will I be awake for long then? I'd prefer... freezing then this."

He nodded at the idea that they had known each other, and that she was perhaps the only safe place right now. They would take her away, no doubt use her as bait for behaviour modification. He knew the drill well enough. "How long?" He watched her carefully, ignoring the other men calling in a report on his location and condition. "I don't... think that's wise. I don't know if I want to remember. I've been empty so long."

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