"I cannot. I'm starting to think you know nothing about me at all." Perhaps because he's reluctant to speak the truth of his being, who and what he really is. His purpose. But Iago's never really asked, either.
"And I won't leave this ship unless the Admiral grows bored with me and 'loses' me back to my world, regardless. There is no choice, not for me."
"Oh, and what am I to you, hm? Your favorite human. Your most loyal plaything?"
He stands up, jaw set. "You tell me nothing and accuse me of not knowing. You tell me you will never leave this place, convince me that I must leave, and grow angry when I seek out places for us to be?"
He throws his hands in the air. "I have given my love and my heart to a cat, and he is as capricious with it as he is a mouse in his grasp? Should I be surprised? And yet, here I stand, hand on my bleeding chest while I wonder how this could have happened."
"I'm the cruel one? Me? When you called me your king, while clearly think my duty and my title - my identity is a joke I can walk away from? Please. You don't know how much I gave you, Iago. How much more I was willing to give-"
His voice cracks. He looks away.
"Fuck you."
There's a purple flash and he's a cat again, slinking towards the door. Cats can't cry.
He lets him go, swallowing back the rise of bile in his throat as he sits and picks up his tablet again. His chest feels tight, his throat constricted, and he thinks maybe this is how one might die. Choking and drowning with plenty of air that simply can't get to his lungs.
The feeling fades as it always does. His body returns to normal. The game waits on the screen for his input but his hands are frozen.
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Date: 2025-08-01 06:47 pm (UTC)"And I won't leave this ship unless the Admiral grows bored with me and 'loses' me back to my world, regardless. There is no choice, not for me."
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Date: 2025-08-01 06:53 pm (UTC)He stands up, jaw set. "You tell me nothing and accuse me of not knowing. You tell me you will never leave this place, convince me that I must leave, and grow angry when I seek out places for us to be?"
He throws his hands in the air. "I have given my love and my heart to a cat, and he is as capricious with it as he is a mouse in his grasp? Should I be surprised? And yet, here I stand, hand on my bleeding chest while I wonder how this could have happened."
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Date: 2025-08-01 07:33 pm (UTC)His voice cracks. He looks away.
"Fuck you."
There's a purple flash and he's a cat again, slinking towards the door. Cats can't cry.
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Date: 2025-08-01 07:39 pm (UTC)His love.
He lets him go, swallowing back the rise of bile in his throat as he sits and picks up his tablet again. His chest feels tight, his throat constricted, and he thinks maybe this is how one might die. Choking and drowning with plenty of air that simply can't get to his lungs.
The feeling fades as it always does. His body returns to normal. The game waits on the screen for his input but his hands are frozen.
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Date: 2025-08-01 08:10 pm (UTC)He doesn't want to be here.
He doesn't want to be anywhere.
How foolish it was, to think he had a human again.