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[ Angel has been gone for barely a day now. The loss is felt in her brood most of all, and it's a surprise that volatile little Petre doesn't just lash out in another street fight. Instead he locks himself up in his room, all things left scattered, mind flooded with both silence and a scream at once. He's missing her, just like he's missing everyone else in his brood except Aoba, and it all just tells him he's meant to be alone. He hates it, he hates it so much. He decides that he hates everyone else, too, because they still have each other, because he thinks they don't care, because he's sure they'll turn against him one day.
Finally, what starts as a hum becomes a stream of repetitions, growing louder, stronger. Desperately reaching out, aimless and chaotic. ]
( When is she going to wake up? I don't want to be alone. Bring her back. I want her to come back. )
[ It won't stop for a very long while. ]
Finally, what starts as a hum becomes a stream of repetitions, growing louder, stronger. Desperately reaching out, aimless and chaotic. ]
( When is she going to wake up? I don't want to be alone. Bring her back. I want her to come back. )
[ It won't stop for a very long while. ]
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[Something about the sentiment feels hollow. Wrong. As though spat out through someone else's mind and not his own - but it's the truth regardless. An empty realization made at Jessica's side while she slept, and one he hates down to the marrow in his bones.]
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I'm empty.
[ There's something missing, he means. Those who have lost people from their brood should understand. ]
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[There's no other term for it; nothing truly expresses the pain of having a part of you ripped away, broodmate or otherwise. If sympathy were within his grasp he'd feel it now, but instead there's only a strange, malformed sense of camaraderie. Faint understanding. What little Ren has to give, it's there.]
It's unfair.
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[It's not comforting in tone. Lexa doesn't do comfort, at least not well. It's an idea that remains difficult for her, grasped by the tips of her fingertips, and never very well.
But she believes in Angel, so she offers the support she can.
Not for his sake, but for Angel's: Lexa knows the guilt that Angel will feel upon awaking.]
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This is different. This is something he can feed on to further whatever injustice he feels. No one's ever heard of a demon wanting to better himself through a balanced and happy life.
A part of him reaches back to Ren, like a hand carefully grasping at his sleeve. ]
You're not going to leave, are you?
[ Angel said she'd try. ]
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[ Which has been a battle from the moment he arrived. There's no point to him if Diana isn't around - and now Angel, who had been the closest to a replacement - but Petre doesn't want to die. He doesn't want them to place him back in a world where there will be no more days for him to fight, so he keeps going here. It places him at constant odds, it makes him feel like he's collapsing from the inside of his head. Angel was another piece taken right from it. ]
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[Taking the route of praising Angel is easier. The route of addressing is loneliness is something she's badly equipped for. It's not that she doesn't know loneliness—she does, all too well—but she knows that how she treats it and how he treats it are likely entirely different beasts.
Besides, she knows Angel. If nothing else, her guilt will propel her to wake up.]
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That, of course, means he's going to want to be around her all the time and hiss at anyone who tries to come close. ]
( ... Okay. I won't let anything happen to her. I'm gonna make sure she's safe. )
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[She doesn't mean it as an accusation. It's just what she believes that Angel would naturally apologize for, and it's better if she doesn't.]
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[They have a unified agenda to keep, after all. Attachments might falter, slipping free of their moorings at a moment's notice, too dependent on emotions, but purpose always lingers. The only constant he's ever known.]
Be strong. There's still work to be done - and I'd rather not finish it alone.
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What do I do now?
[ Still thinking in the moment. ]
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[ For once, Petre doesn't actively think that Angel left, just that she was taken from him. Whichever situation would make him feel more revolted is unclear, but Lexa's words continue to help his mind grow steadier. ]
( Does she help you too? )
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( We help each other. She trains me in technology, and I teach her to fight. ) [Which, as Petre's learned, she is really bad at technology. Lexa probably should have asked her how to work the toaster.]
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[ He sounds... tentatively distracted from the beginning of this conversation. Maybe if he finds an excuse to bond with Angel's friends, it will be a way of continuing to have her around indirectly. Or something. ]
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Sometime soon he'll see fit to teach Petre properly, but for now, small steps suffice.] I need to speak with General Hux, pool our collective findings and plot our next move.
Come with me.
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Where are you?
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[Taking interest in Angel's broodmates isn't beyond her given the protection she extends to Angel herself. To some extent, it makes sense: losing them has brought Angel enough pain that trying to keep an eye on the rest is another way of offering her fortification.
Besides, Lexa has a feeling that Angel does herself the most harm by feeling internal agony over her failures.]
( Are you able to fight? )
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Alpha Block. Seek me out, use your senses to guide you.
[Better to rely on the symbiotic link instead of instruction alone. Sometime soon it might be necessary.]
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More family. It feels nice.
A few good minutes pass before Petre's link sends out another call for his brother. ]
How far?
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[ The answer comes easily to him, memories of the atrocities he's committed against his enemies drifting by in a haze. There is blood, teeth, claws. Rarely is there any technique to the way he defeats his enemies. ]
( I've killed loads of people. )
[ Not... something to boast about, Petre... But it is a distraction. ]
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No.]
( As have I. I imagine a great number of us here have. )
[Yes, that is her way of undercutting his bragging to make him feel less accomplished.]
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[Said helpfully as Ren slips free of the shadows where he'd been waiting at Petre's back; the boy was close, closer than perhaps he had any right to be. Whether it's skill or luck, even Ren can't truly say.
Still, there's no praise given. Throughout his life he was never coddled, and he wouldn't know where to begin even if he wanted to.]
Tell me, what have you discovered in your time on this world?
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( Really? How did you kill them? )
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Like what? There's - there's a ton of stuff to discover here.
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[The sense is clear: there are too many to count, and too many to try to signify a specific type of death. The people of her coalition are used to death being an answer for their actions, as well as a punishment.]
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( The toughest ones. )
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Then again, she also likes being mysterious.
Still, she can use this to her advantage.]
( In order to become the Commander of my people, I had to fight all the other novitiates to the death. We were all highly trained, and we are meant to be the strongest of our people. I won. By spear and by sword. ) [There's a beat, a pause before she goes on.] ( In a fight to the death in front of all of my people, I beat the future king of one of the nations in our coalition. However, I saw that he would be a better ruler and spared his life, choosing to send a spear flying across the way to kill his mother. You can imagine he was indebted to me, especially since she forced him to fight in her stead. )
[There is more to it. The thought of revenge, of blood being let because it was what was due to both her and Clarke's people, but she gives none of that to Petre.]
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The smile is audible. ]
( I would've just killed him. And her. )
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[Discretion, essentially, has its upsides.
Besides, Roan was just as much of a victim of his mother. And Lexa. Not that she shares as much.]
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[ He cares about destroying, all in the name of someone else. He is very much a pawn in that sense - the Devil's soldier, so she can have everything. He just paves the way with his destructiveness. ]
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[So, their power and kingdoms have a place, just like the coalition does. They would continue to exist.]
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[ She's here, now. ]
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I've been advising against such action. )
[A control freak for life, one might say.]
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[Hint: it's the latter part that annoyed her more. The self-righteous blame of a man who did little to prepare his warriors was something she never needed to hear.]
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Oh, well.]
( He died before you arrived. On the planet we went to before. Because someone chose to kill a native, his people lashed out for someone who looked familiar. They killed one of our own. )
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( I won't let anything happen to her. I'm gonna protect her. If anyone tries, I'll just kill them. Then I'll kill everyone they ever loved. )
[ zero chill. ]
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[No chill is fine, so long as it's well-directed.
In her chill-less opinion.]
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( Fine. I'll be cautious at first. Happy? )
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[Never one to finish up her follow through.
Plus, bossing around is like in her genetics or something.]
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( Whatever. )