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[pullsneedles]

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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[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."

[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."

[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?"

[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."

[pullsneedles]

Lucas leans on Autor, unable to find anymore words as he cries for Claus.

[herr_bookman]

And Autor holds the grieving boy, drawing the blanket more tightly around him.