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Don't want to feel like a wasted case
So his plan of attack, defense, to protect didn't exactly go as planned. Reaction speed wasn't top notch like it should've been. But how could he have expected for it to go like this? He had no experience on what all could be done nowadays. Maybe he was not exactly the best to go out and try to secure their backs. But at least he was trying, right?
How ever badly it went.
Even still, everything in his head would come to a halt with the weight of another crashing against his back. Had he not noticed? Was there backup on their side as well? Had he been too hasty? Thoughts roamed in his head, but he couldn't quite grasp them. Instead, he'd try to focus and reflectively turn onto his back to try and protect his face and insides from the inevitable collision with the floor.

Eventually that impact came to hit his back, though with the partly unconscious state he was in already, there wasn't a whole lot for him to feel. Everything felt so distant even if he did recognize that they were there. The feels. The pain, the pressure, the weight, the burning. All of them were there, but his body was numb to most of them.
At least as long as his eyes stayed closed.
No sounds were made. Even as teeth may have been bared to sign out that the impact against the floor and the burning of the plasma drops was felt, he let out no sounds. Just wrinkled his face and tried to filter them somewhere.

Expression changed a little once he got to open his eyes.
Christofer was, to put it simply, rather horrified at the sight. This wasn't what he wanted. Not what he wanted. Eyes almost as wide as Kallenger's he'd be looking right back at her.

Why... Why did it end up like this?


Don't want to feel like a waste of space
He did not want for it to be like this. He wanted them to think that he had finally made himself useful. That he finally actually did something. Finally.
But no.
Here she was, hands squeezing themselves with knuckles white around his collar, but they might as well be draped around his neck because that's what it felt like.
And it was hurting.

And she would keep hitting him against the floor, vision flashing with each hit as there was no control on either of them.
Some lone klink and chings of tags on his neck, clicking against each other, chiming, but drowning into the blaring sirens. All the other sounds echoing from far away around the hallway became nothingness. Everything else was just gone.
It was just the two of them...

But there was no stopping in sight. Who knows how long she could keep at it?

He was gurgling, his own blood in his mouth. Not the blood of an enemy like he had planned, the kind that he had sought out after by turning. Not this. This wasn't his plan. At all.

His plan had been to protect. To help. To do good.

He hadn't meant to hurt the woman. He was trying to protect her. It was the opposite. He wanted her best. Her best...
But here she was, hurting him, hurting herself. Hurting. Beating him up. Bleeding. Swearing. Hurting.
And all he could do about it was cry. He had tried not to, but he couldn't stop it. He didn't need to notice it from Kallenger, for he was already crying himself. It was no use to stop it. He had tried, and failed. Again.

And she just kept on shaking him. Hitting his head against the floor. And he would keep trying. Try not to suffocate in his own blood or pass out - even if it did seem like the better option at this point. But it was too easy. Of course his body didn't agree to it.
Collecting tears from the weak

Nothing just ever went like it should have. It just never did.

Two fairly depressed people that had lost pretty much everything except each other at this point. They should have gotten along so well. And here he, was crying. They were both crying. They were both hurting each other.

How did it get to this point? How did this happen?

He was so useless, failed again. Like always... ...... Why wasn't he here? To end it all, get this situation over with. He could always do it... Always had a plan... He.... ........

But at least this time there was someone who actually wanted for him to live. Though he didn't quite grasp it to its full degree nor meaning here. It was just senseless beating, yet it was getting the point across.
He was crying.

Pained, quite possibly still bleeding, confused, terrified, lost...
He was crying. Though as of now, it was just a silent sob, likely not easily carrying its way to anyone's ears. But it was there... And what better would he be able to do here anyway? Was he any better than her?


Hurting. Bleeding.
Lost.
Both of them.

Pained and beaten.



Waiting for you to die
In the moment, there were no names.
There were no names. It was just him and this woman.
Do what you're told is right


It was a miracle all in itself he managed to stay awake while the woman kept shaking him, head hitting the floor and had it not been for the occasionally flashing red lights the red mark that it left and enlarged with each hit would have been clear for all to see.

But that wasn't really a possibility now was it. Still, he stayed awake. Ears ringing, vision blurring, becoming so messed up that he could actually see the woman just as if there was never anything to hinder the vision what so ever. Under all the surrounding distractions, he could hear the words she spoke oh so clearly.

Noisy sirens became just straight screaming. Banging on the floor making him only bleed more, but at this point he might as well have bled enough to be out of it. Yet he stayed awake like some relentless beast.
Must have been partly dead already. Even as he kept his own grip on her hands. A reaction backed by instincts.

Shouldn't one always play for themselves? To survive as long as possible? For their own good.
For themselves.
You don't own me
Anymore

Mold breakers...


He could have retaliated, done just the same as her. Grabbed her, pressed his claws and dug down deep. Shouted, screamed. But at this point, the words coming from him would most likely have just been resembling to those loud incomprehensible growls of a wounded animal. Screaming. Pained. Hurt. Hurting.
It was slowly getting the better of him, the beating, dragging out his instincts.

But he was hurting.

His head couldn't manage to even form proper words of comeback. No sounds of proper disagreement were made.

But with the bleeding and beating continuing, there were some animal like instincts that told him to kick the woman. Kick her. Shred her. Rip her guts open with the sharp claws of an untameable creature. And if it weren't for the sirens and loud sounds echoing across the walls and hallways of this cursed hell space, there would have been a high-pitched feral... bluster. He was not well. The pain pushing him past those boundaries. Control was dropping. Fangs were showing. And they would be latching themselves right onto the woman's face, possibly taking an eye with them.

Would
Would.

But they didn't. He came close, but there was enough control to keep himself from mauling the woman further than what she had already gotten herself to go through. Fangs were shown and some guttural sound let out in retaliation to her anger, but that was it.

Besides.
What good was he going to get from such action?
Victory?
Escape?
Temporary pain?
Hurting?


Head was dropped and not a drop of her blood spilled by his doings. None.
Even before the gun was brought up. He was done. She could press it against him all she wanted, think that he could give out any kind of reaction to it again. But no. He really was done.

All he could do was all just crying now. No more strength could be put to him fighting back. It had been brief, disappointing. It achieved nothing. He was nothing.

Beat him as much as you want. Kill him. Shoot him. Hurt him.
It would all be the same now. What was he good for? What good was he?

The gun at this point really held no good important meaning to him. Sure, he should have feared for his life, ran, screamed, begged for mercy. But no, he was crying already, hiccups being the only sounds his body could produce, fast breathing aside and the gurgling from almost swallowing a good mouthful of blood. He would not spit it out, paralyzed on place, too scared, useless, pained to move. Hurt.

He had already given up.
I'm not the way you wanted
I'm not the way that you wanted me
Considered on finally being helpful. Yes, it was a sacrifice but it was for the greater good. And here it was nulled. The harsh decision that was to either slip your life into the hands of the others or take it in your own hands.
Do it.
Make it yourself.
Be capable of something.

Pain.
You useless loser. Piece of garbage.
Just kill him.
Let him die.

But she didn't.
Damn it.
All of it.
And her.
Curse her.


You must work in symmetry
You must earn their empathy


But he knew that she was hurting as well. It was not fair... Nothing was ever fair... Hurting was never fair. Nothing. Ever. Never.

Kallenger finally retreated her gun, placed it away, out of sight and they'd both stay silent after she had hauled him up. He couldn't really do anything to the situation anymore, and it was all just him being dragged around by others. Their hands might have been tightly held around each other's wrists, but really, that and the forced moving was all he was capable of.
Empathy...

She was dragging around a corpse. A corpse. Just one with a still beating heart that is. One who moved their legs along her's, having no strength of their own to go further. Followed without questioning the steps they took. Followed somewhere... Out of this mess or...?


Was it a corpse...?

Or was it just a broken man...

Sheathing her sword, Nirix let out a deep sigh, as if she was having trouble contemplating on what had just occurred.

What had just occurred? Like everything, it seemed to be happening so fast. One minute she had been having a fierce and fast-paced battle against a seemingly calculating young bounty hunter. And the next...

He was running away with his tail between his legs, crying no less. The Eoclu didn't know what to make of it. Was it sad? Disappointing? A prepared and seemingly smart bounty hunter would never run away from its target. At least, that was what Nirix would have done. She never ran away from a challenge and accepted a reasonable one whenever it presented itself. Yet she supposed she had forgotten how young the hunter had looked. Though his armor and skilled combat spoke of some form of formal training, he still had all the mannerisms of youth. He had been reckless in his strikes, having them be fueled by his emotions rather than with clear thought.

He would never get anywhere by acting that way. It was a shame. He actually showed potential.

"Shall we purchase our tickets now, Da'len?" Nirix went to approach Ketin, only to discover that the fox-kin was nowhere near her. Whipping around rapidly, the Eoclu began to search frantically for her missing companion, much like a mother who had suddenly lost her child in a crowd of people. Running around the general area of where all of their hijinks had happened, Nirix nimbly jumped over the gathering of people and soon found herself amongst the ships at port.

"Da'len?! Where did you-"

And then she saw him. Ketin was, rather loudly knocking on the airlock door of a ship. Running to him, Nirix had to calm her emotions as she approached. With a warning on her tongue, she suddenly paused when she noticed exactly what he was doing. Ketin was apologizing to the Bounty Hunter, no less!!

Had he lost his mind?!

"Da'len, when you ran off, I was not expecting you do be doing this. Why are you doing this, exactly?"

Laurent near heard Ketin banging on the blast door, but no doubt that would have been for the best since Laurnet would have opened it and shot Ketin point blank range. As the Laurent looks at Rin seeing how bad of shape he was in, the ship jolted letting him know that the Nemesis has safely docked into his ship. With that he looks at Rin with his stupid smile on his face and says "Damn if seems that the Devil has definitely **** up your mind...come on, lets have rest for a bit" as he goes to pick him up, bridal style thinking that Rin's mind is so broken that he won't put up so much resistance. He opens up the blast door on and steps into his ship El Dorado's many cargo hulls. With Rin in hand he walks down the dimmed slightly industrial halls of his ship towards his room. The door automatically opens and he enters his large room and puts Rin on the nice soft large bed, for him to rest. Laurent hesitated, he was planning to take off Rin's bodysuit so that, Rin can relax even more and maybe clean it, but wasn't sure were it began or ended and so he just did a little raspberry and shook his head as he moved away from the boy.

He sniffed himself and made a disgusted face and said to himself "I guess I'll take a bath then...its been a long day" as he takes off his hat and places on top of the dresser showing off his cat ears as they twitch. He started to dance as he began to hum a little tuned as he entered a separate room the door closing behind him, presumably the bathroom and began the nice hot running water

"Now I'm the King of the Swingers, Oh the Jungle VIP...." he began to sing

Rin blinked.

He was staring up at an unknown ceiling, mind slowly clearing from its muddled thoughts and the emotional breakdown he'd just had. He sighed resignedly. This... this was why he couldn't be around people.

It was too easy to break him.

He'd been so emotionally distant all his life, he mused. It wasn't even his mother's fault. Not really. She'd been the same way. They- the two of them- were all they had. He'd been content, content, with being alone, because that was all he knew.

So when others outside of his own little world of desert dust and metal machines came crashing to his life, practically tearing down the walls he never knew he had-

Well.

Suddenly he knew what it was like to have people around him, unknown voices filling up the silence that slowly began to look more like suffocation than relief. He began to- to grow emotionally, closer with a group, a small team of his own, an extension of- of his family.

Attached.

It was... It felt- nice. To be close to people. People that he TRUSTED. And to be trusted in return.

To be shown blatant affection, while being careful to respect his boundaries, and even moving slow when it came to such emotional displays.

... He missed them so much.

It hurt.

He got up slowly, as if one wrong move would make his body shatter to tiny pieces. He looked around the bedroom, biting his lip. Where... where was he?

Laurent hadn't come out of the bathroom since he was enjoying his nice hot shower. He sang which sounded like yelling a bit of steam was coming from the bathroom door. "Just a small time girl! Livin' in a lonely world! She took the midnight train goin' anywhere!!!! Just a city boy! Born and raised in South Detroit! He took the midnight train! Goin' anywhere!!!! he sang with pride and joy in the shower as the entire room was filled with steam and was using the bar of soap as his microphone. His clothes and hidden canisters were placed on the sink, while his hat was in the bedroom on top of a dresser where Rin is resting. Of course he was completely unaware that Rin was seem to be back to himself in his room.

Laurent's room was a bit plain, but there was desk full of papers consistent of transactions, messages between him and Lord Ova he recorded and as well as some of his personal thoughts which range from an anger tone to a more joyful one and a lot of papers with lots of mechanical jargon that would overload a person who doesn't know what they were reading about scarp stuff, like engines, weapons and many other things. His room also had two night stands. The most prominent thing on the wall was a purple banner of three black fleur-de-lis on it, a coat of arms to the Lord Ova.

Rin turned around-

And spotted the hat.

He stared at it for a moment, uncomprehensively. Then, as if a light switch had turned on, his eyes widened as realization dawned.

Was this-

Blushing like mad, he abruptly flailed, rushing to get out of the (admittedly) very comfortable bed. However, his scrabbling only served to tangle his legs to the sheets, so when he finally made to step out of the mattress-

"Oof!" The sheets constricted around his legs, causing him to fall out of the bed with a loud THUMP.

"... Ow."

To make matters worse, his brain decided to wake up his ears, so his auditory senses were then assaulted with obnoxious singing in-

Was that a shower-?

Oh god.

He buried his face in his hands, shaking and beet red with mortification. Couldn't he have his post-breakdown session in peace?!

With the loud thump coming from Rin, as Laurent hit a high note in his singing, made him squeeze the bar of soap to much and popped out of his hand and land on the floor. Realizing this Montagne stopped and moved his foot by accident slipping on the bar of soap causing him to hit the shower floor hard with a much load THUMP. He goaned in pain for a moment as he slithers out of the shower and gets up and turns it off. He puts his canisters on his under his forearms back on and wraps a towel around his waist for some kind of decenty as he holds his dirty clothes and walks out.

He sees Rin on the floor tangled with his sheets and his face red, while as he came out a puff of steam came out as well and his body and hair still damp. He smile small smile creeped up on him and says "The porn mags aren't under the bed, there behind the banner" as he points at the banner across the room with his thumb.

Rin groaned in annoyance, lifting his head-

Before slapping his hands over his eyes, blush redder than it already was, a small mortified squeak escaping his lips. "P-put- Put some clothes on!!!" he said, high pitched, as he rapidly kicked out with his legs until the blankets were loose enough to slip out from them. He got up hurriedly, almost tripping on his feet from the wobbly state of his legs.

He was so out of it, he couldn't even retort about the man's perverse comment, flustered as he was.

Stupid. Everything about this was stupid.

Laurent just groaned as his smile went to one of annoyance and says "Jeez why are you so embrassed for? We both are men and you your a military man, so you shouldn't be such a surprise seeing someone in just a towel" as he turns around and goes through his dresser. He changes into just pants and says "Alright I'm wearing pants now" as he looks at him with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

He holds his dirty clothes in one hand as he continues to look at him slightly annoyed and he kinda knew what he was going to ask was going to be highly protested...

Rin took away his hands warily, forcing himself to look only at his face. He frowned, still blushing. "We're always suited up. And... and I room alone," he said, quieter.

A pause.

He sighed, turning his back on the man for just a moment as he tiredly rubbed his forehead. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered. "You should... do whatever you want. It is your room." He let out a quiet exhale, hesitant. "Why... why am I here?" Why did you get me? Why didn't you leave me?

"That somewhat explains it" he thought to himself hearing that his troop roomed alone, which was slightly odd since military is all about commadarie and being bothers in arms. He mentally shrug and added in his mind "I guess thats how they do it there in the other galaxy" Laurent just looked at him as he turned around, his smile returned to him and says "Well I can't have my best paying customer die on me going against a hottie assassin while being manipulated by old foxy grandpa...trust me Devil Eye is ****old" he slowly approaches Rin from the behind and adds "Plus I wouldn't feel good that our extraterrestrial visitor is taken down or manipulated against his will and I see so much potential in you to thrive in this galaxy and maybe even prepare to go against Devil Eye with much more success" he coos as his hands went on Rin's shoulders.

"Anyway, before we continue...." he states as he goes to grab Rin by the ear and drags him to the bathroom, almost throwing him in and adds "You smell like ass, so strip and give me what you are wearing so I can clean it for you, I'll have clothes ready for you when you come out after your shower" as he sticks his hand into the bathroom not looking waiting for Rin to hand him his stuff. Laurent liked to be somewhat smelling nice even though his ship is full of stuff that would make a grease monkey go crazy for.

Rin tensed as Montagne's hands found themselves on top of his shoulders. He forced himself not to turn around and punch him- instead, he raised his shoulders a bit in discomfort.

... At least he wasn't-

"Ah!" He hissed, making a clawing motion as his ear was dragged and he was literally pushed into the bathroom. Eyes widening at Montagne's command, he whirled around to protest-

Then closed his eyes, cheeks still red. Right. Um, that was reasonable.

Uh.

He shakily pressed the area in the back of his neck that would open his bodysuit, peeling it off until it was pooled on the floor. He looked up, to make sure Montagne wasn't peeking or... or something.

He wasn't.

Sighing in relief, he picked up his suit and placed it in the outstretched hand, careful to not touch his fingers. After making sure it was secure, he ran in the shower, closing the curtain behind him.

... Oh shoot, he forgot to close the door.

... Nevermind. Whatever.

... This shouldn't be hard to work out.

"Thank you and H means hot and C mean cold and you move the handle whichever way for the temperature after pulling on the same handle for the water to come out" he explains as he glances over and see's the curtain raised and shrug. As he moved away from the door, it closed. With clothes in hand, he took out a white button up shirt and black pant, sadly they were Laurent's clothes so they were going to be a bit big on Rin and so he threw in a belt as well on the bed with the rest of the clothes he folded up and placed them on the bed.

He soon leaves and makes his way towards the washroom where he would put his clothes in the wash. With Rin's suit, he didn't know if it was able to go in the wash, but he did certainly enjoyed how it felt on his hand, he kept a mental note on the material as he pulled out a wooden bucket, a stool and a washboard. He filled the bucket full of water and soap and dunk the suit into it and began to wash it the ancient way after taking off his canisters from his arm. "Jeez this reminds me of the bad old days in Ova wanted her favorite blanket washed and she wanted hand washed....thank the lords I know how to do this" he says as he scrubs the suit, getting it to be squeaky clean.

Rin grabbed the handle, making sure the knob was between the H and C before pulling on it. Lukewarm water rained down, flattening his hair. He turned the knob more toward the H, sighing contently as steam arose from the now hot water showering his tired form.

He picked the closest shampoo and poured a generous amount on his head, lathering his hair gently and thoroughly. He grabbed the soap, and rubbed his shoulders, massaging several knots and making sure he managed to lather his whole body before rinsing.

He opened the curtain, blindly reaching for a towel. Once he found one, he dried off quickly, taking a little longer to wipe his hair until it was just mostly damp, before wrapping it around him like a cloak and peering into the bedroom.

No one was there.

Whew.

He stepped inside, eyes instantly finding the clothes on the bed. They were pretty big, though it wasn't surprising, considering it would be HIGHLY unlikely that Montagne had clothes even smaller than his own...

Taking off the towel, he picked up the white button-up. He put it on, pouting. "Really big," he mumbled. He folded up the sleeves until they were up to his elbows, and buttoned the shirt up- welp. More shoulder than he expected was exposed...

Ah well. Couldn't do anything about it.

The pants he had eyed with doubt, but it was just a matter of folding it up as well- and also making use of the belt left out for him.

Patting himself down, he exhaled slowly.

Time to find Montagne.

It wouldn't be so hard to find Laurent since he was whistling a tune as he was still scrubbing Rin's suit, finding stains on them in which he wanted to get out, it could be actual stains of god knows what or his eyes playing tricks on him as he whistled. Even though he doesn't usually hand wash, it was therapeutic for him especially surrounded sounds of washing machines and drying machines going at the same time. He was still shirtless but that was because hand washing is slightly messy since water likes to go everywhere.

Then Laurent took a pause and looks at the suit he was cleaning and said to himself aloud "I just realize that Rin doesn't wear underwear" since this was the only thing he handed him. He shuddered a little as he went back to whistling and scrubbing not knowing that Rin was looking for him.

Of course there are a few doors in the hallway that lead into rooms full of various stuff, some just scrape metal and others being up to luxury goods, like exotic silks and textiles

Rin paused, tilting his head. He could have sworn he heard-

Ah. There. He went through the bedroom door, blinking rapidly at the doors in the hall. His ear twitched, and he made his way toward the humming.

When he finally found the room, he almost missed it, so concentrated that he had to backtrack once he realized that the humming sounded farther than nearer. He stepped inside, eyes a bit wide. The loud, heavy buzzing sound came from these... large containers? He squinted. Were those clothes?

He turned to Montagne, who seemed to be handwashing his suit for some reason.

"Ah..." He chewed on his bottom lip. "Do you... need help with anything...?" He fidgeted, rubbing the cuffed sleeve on his elbow nervously.

Laurent looked at Rin as he came in and smiles again at him. He looks back down and says "Sure you can help me as I give you the Montange special upon your suit" as he then pots to the dryer behind him and says "Alright I need you to pull out the clothes out of the dryer and fold them and put them on the table over there" as he then points at the large table. Once Rin pulls out clothes from the dryer he will feel how soft and warm they are that seems almost unreal. The clothes mostly consist of Laurent's clothes of socks, pants and shirts that he usually wears.

"Almost done with the first phase" he states as he smiles with gleam as he begins to finish his hand wash of the suit up against the washboard.

Rin pursed his lips. Montagne Special? Now that didn't sound ominous.

... But.

He was too tired to fight. He decided to let it be, for his future self to deal with. Shrugging lightly, he went to fetch the clothes from what he assumed was the dryi-

What.

What.

His mouth was in a small 'o' shape, poking the mass of clothes he was about to take out. Why was it... so soft??? He took out a shirt, feeling the fabric. Oh my gods. It was really, REALLY SOFT.

What the hell.

This guy wasn't royalty, was he?! He took a quick peek at Montagne- oh shoot NO he still had no shirt on. Um.

But he didn't SAY he was? He looked like the type to brag...

Or, maybe not. He WAS quite... slippery.

His brain hurt.

He was just gonna... Push that to the side for now. After all, he STILL had to take these out. And fold them, too. Hopefully he wouldn't mess up.

He scooped up a pile of clothes... And impulsively buried his face in it. So SOFT.

... Right. Folding.

He blushed, quickly carrying the load to the table and beginning his task.

Laurent smiles as he glances up at Rin seeing him burying his face into the clothes and says "Do that as much as you want and if you enjoy that just wait when I'm finish with this!" he was excited to do this because he just wanted to see the look on Rin's face when he finished with his suit and he genuinely meant it. He soon finished the hand wash and then he got up and through the wet suit into the dryer and turned it on. "Phase one done and phase two has begun" he states as he then pulls out a ironing board and an iron and takes one of his coats off the racks and begins to iron, large amount of steam coming out as he iron's out the creases and make the coat perfect. "Maybe after you can take a look around and ticker a little with some stuff around? I got plenty of stuff that you can fiddle with if you want" he says to him wondering if things like that would interest him and maybe get himself out of his own little shell.

Rin ducked his head, embarrassed at being caught red-handed, but... It was the sheepish kind of embarrassment? Not like his usual anger-filled reaction...

Interesting.

At Montagne's offer, he stopped mid-fold, surprised. He... He actually wanted him to stick around? Tinker with his stuff? His fingers twitched.

That... that would actually help a LOT, to calm him down. He still needed to fix up his Eisan Generator- maybe there were little things that would help lying around here? Heck, he could even fix up a few of Montagne's things to show his gratitude. He'd like to think that he was good in expressing thanks with actions, since he was so bad with words.

He smiled.

"Y-yeah," he said quietly, resuming his folding. "I would like that very much."