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Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

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herr_bookman

He won't be along for long. Soon there's a soft, persistent knock at his door. "Lucas?"

From:

pullsneedles

"Autor?"

He doesn't get up to let him in just yet.

From:

herr_bookman

Autor leans on the door, relieved. He'd checked in the infirmary to find his comatose patient lacking, and he's kicking himself for missing the moment he awoke due to being stuck at home.

"Yes," he says. "It's me. I'm glad you're awake. I'm sorry I missed it."

From:

pullsneedles

Lucas climbs out of bed and softly pads over to the door. He gently turns the doorknob and pulls it open. His eyes are red from crying.

Without another word, he gives his friend a hug.

From:

herr_bookman

Autor stoops down to embrace his friend, swallowing. "I'm sorry," he says again, and squeezes him tight.

From:

pullsneedles

"Don't be sorry," Lucas murmurs. "'m glad you're here. I'm glad y'ain't scared a'me."

From:

herr_bookman

"Scared of you?" Autor says, startled. "Why would I..."

He trails off, shaking his head as he remembers Rae's reaction. Autor places his hands on the other boy's shoulders and looks him directly in the eye. "I won't ever be scared of you. I promise."

From:

pullsneedles

"You're not scared a'me or the Dragon?" he asks to make sure. "Miss Sunshine could barely look at me."

And there was a man who called me Satan, the Dragon adds. He wouldn't speak to Lucas after that.

From:

herr_bookman

I probably should be? Autor thinks, and then hopes the Dragon doesn't hear him.

"I think some of that has to do with the fact that Sunshine can feel how powerful you are," he says, squeezing his shoulders again. "I can't, so it's easier for me to keep in mind how your will is his will."

Then he frowns. "Satan? What on earth? There's no cause for that."

From:

pullsneedles

The man asked where I was after Lucas introduced us. When I answered, he told me to get out and called me Satan. I didn't bother to listen if he had anything else to say to me after that.

Lucas just leans in for another hug.

He's worried he won't be able to speak to people anymore because of me. Thank you for being here, Autor.

From:

herr_bookman

Autor folds his arms around Lucas again. "Apollo was a patron here once," he says. "So was Orpheus. Milliways has catered to gods before, and I'm sure there were people who weren't afraid of them."

He ruffles the boy's hair, and then presses his head to his chest. "It's a big change, but people will get used to it. You'll get used to it."

From:

pullsneedles

Lucas nods a little.

"I remember Mom," he says. "I couldn't remember anythin' besides Milliways when I woke up, but I remember her now. I remember her dying."

From:

herr_bookman

Autor winces. "What a memory to come back to," he murmurs. "Do you remember anything else aside from that and Milliways?"

From:

pullsneedles

"Some other things're comin' back."

He turns as if he's gonna go back into his room, but then he goes, "Y'can come in an' we can talk here if you want."

That offer made, Lucas steps back inside.

"I thought I just lived here, but that isn't right, is it? There was somewhere else. Someone named Gavroche wanted me t'cheer up an' it reminded me of how they talk. What they were like after Mom died."

From:

herr_bookman

Autor stills, frowning. He steps inside the room and closes the door. "You really don't remember anything," he says to himself. "You used to live in a place called Tazmily."

Edited Date: 2014-03-21 09:53 pm (UTC)

From:

pullsneedles

"Tazmily," he repeats. "An' I guess people wanted to be happy there, even when sad things happen."

Lucas picks the blue pillow up from the bed and fiddles with it.

"Mom an' I lived there. I s'ppose I had a father there, too. An' the Dark Dragon said I kept sheep."

From:

herr_bookman

"You had a brother, too," Autor says gently, "by the name of Claus."

From:

pullsneedles

"Claus?"

Lucas closes his eyes, trying to picture a brother. He doesn't have much luck on his own. But when he opens his eyes again, he's found himself in front of the small mirror on the wall. His arms tighten around the pillow and he puts his face down in it.

"Claus had- He's-"

He can't bring himself to say it. He sinks to his knees and clutches the pillow as tightly as he held his brother, sobbing.

From:

herr_bookman

Autor panics for a moment, reaching for him and then drawing back. He snags a blanket off the bed and drapes it around Lucas' shoulders, kneeling down next to him.

Autor rubs his arms through the blanket, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

From:

pullsneedles

"The whole time..." Lucas chokes out in hiccoughing sobs. "Claus was th' Masked Man the whole time... I could've- could've stopped it. Could've helped him."

From:

herr_bookman

"I don't know that you could have," Autor says, patting his back. "He was..."

The boy shakes his head, frowning at his lack of information about the situation. "He may have been beyond help."

From:

pullsneedles

Lucas gasps for air, wheezing as he cries.

"They- they made him a chimera," he says as best he can. "They made Claus a chimera. They put metal parts in him."

His hand wrings the pillow some.

"How could they? How could they do that to my brother?"

From:

herr_bookman

"Because Porky was cruel," he says quietly. He wanted a perfect soldier, and so he made one. "It doesn't make sense to people who aren't as spiteful as he was."