[Well if his thrashing was bad before, it's absolutely feral now--as if he's willing to break his wrist just to try and claw these restraints off, or like he might be able to wrench the table over if he struggles hard enough.
It hurts his heart beyond belief to hear those terrible sounds, to see Eunhyuk's blackened eyes, and Viktor's bent limbs, and Shouxue's frightening pallor. He knows these people. He cares about them, so deeply--there's so much he would do to save them, even if he can't quite grasp why. But none of it compares to the way Rosa's scream ignites him.]
Rosa!
[It's not exactly an answer--but it is, isn't it? It's clear from the animalistic fury what his choice is.]
[i really forgot shouxue. WELL IT'S FINE. Dahut also is hardly focused on any of the rest of these people, even though it does hurt to know his choice is condemning others, and maybe hurts even worse to have to confront this about himself time and time again. But isn't that the truth behind every choice, anyway? One path opens, another one closes. One death paves the way for another life.
Dahut is nothing if not resolute in making his choices, even as he continues to thrash.]
Yes!! [Despite the agony everyone around them is going through, his answer is swift and without hesitation, the decisive strike of a hammer.] Yes, I'm certain—! Free her and let her return to the orphanage!! No strings, no tricks—!
[OR WHAT MAN HE'S A LIL TEEN STRAPPED TO A TABLE.]
there is one brief instant where sheba can't do anything but stare in horror - but even before she's fully processed what she's seeing, she cries - ]
Felix!
[...because, in the end, he had saved her life. she had sworn to him that she wouldn't forget that, and she'd sworn to herself that someday, she would repay that debt. (even if he would tell her that there was nothing to repay.)
but it's not just that. there's - his sister, her mind is so muddled that she can't quite place her name right now, but he has a sister who has already lost so much, and she'll be devastated if he doesn't come home. (there's a brief flash of memory - of a young girl in the institute in chains, lunging at her, not stopping until her head was cracked open and her blood spilled out on the ground, and sheba briefly feels ill.) she can't take felix away from her.
and... hadn't shouxue told her, once?
how many times must i survive at the cost of someone else?!
the words echo in her mind. if she saves shouxue's life here, won't she just have to live with that guilt forever? they can die together - like they did once before.
...once before...?]
Just - just set Felix free! Let him go home safe, and healthy, and whole!
[ you've made your choices. now, will you be able to survive them?
regardless of whether you trust this faceless individual to keep their word about what will become of the people you've chosen to save—you at least know that you've done everything for them. one by one, they're released from their confines—but the ones you've forsaken continue to writhe in agony and call out in their despair, begging for a salvation that won't come.
rosa stumbles to her feet, weakened and discombobulated. she looks around for some way to fight this, to still not yet give up—but then she sees luke. and oh, she knows him. something deep in her heart, her soul, that shatters across any space or time that might keep them apart. she runs for him, calling out for him.
"Luke! Luke! I'm here, I'm—"
but it's not long before another figure cloaked in white seeks to take her away. their arms circle around her middle and she fights, she struggles because if there's anything worth resisting for than it's this. they seem to whisper something to her, sharing his choice, and the tears at the corners of her eyes spill over. from sadness? rage?
"No... No! Luke, don't do this! Don't leave me...!" sobs tear from her now, the reality of it sinking in as she will face a life without him. "I don't want to be without you....!"
similar protests spill from her lips even as she's taken away, reaching out to him—but she can't make contact. her wrist ends in a stump, and falls just short.
salome nearly collapses on the floor, but some white cloaked figures murmur softly in her ear. this is a mistake. hades hath no fury like a mother scorned. crimson stains her lips, her dress, but she spills more still by clawing at the figure closest to her and then making a mad dash for where dahut is restrained.
no matter the carnage on her, the bright blue of her irises shine with panic.
"My son! No, you can't take my son from me—Dahut! Dahut, just wait! Mother's going to come get you, Mother is...!"
but there is still more helpers, and salome is carried out by two of them. she fights and struggles and protests the whole way, crazed and causing damage to both of her keepers as she goes. her shrill shrieks carry, in symphony with rosa's.
"Again... again... you can't take everything from me again!!"
they learn, by the time they get to felix. more cloaked figures in white come to restrain him, even as he's dizzy from blood loss as he's released from his shackles. yet when he lifts his head and his eyes fall upon sheba, he still struggles against his captors.
"Sheba.... Sheba!! What are you—Sheba, why have you done this...?!"
his roar of despair fills the room, his eyes pinned on her even as he's forced steps back and out of the room.
"Just hold on—I'll find a way! I'll protect you! I'll find a way to save you, just wait...!"
but there's no time to wait, is there? science waits for no one. each of you are wheeled toward the very same places that they once were. and from there, the experiments begin. it's hard to say how much time passes. is it hours, days, weeks? all you know is that the person who's kept you there is very insane, and so very thorough. your skin peeled apart from your limbs, your craniums opened, your every organ taken apart and put back together again. for what purpose?
those you chose to neglect are there with you through it all. you watch their bodies given in first—but not before they fix each of you with those looks of betrayal. of pain. you let this happen, you chose this. you couldn't save them.
the final aches that you feel are distant and phantom-like as all the pain blends together. your limbs, being so carefully cleaned and washed, before they are sawed off one by one... what precious parts you are.
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It hurts his heart beyond belief to hear those terrible sounds, to see Eunhyuk's blackened eyes, and Viktor's bent limbs, and Shouxue's frightening pallor. He knows these people. He cares about them, so deeply--there's so much he would do to save them, even if he can't quite grasp why. But none of it compares to the way Rosa's scream ignites him.]
Rosa!
[It's not exactly an answer--but it is, isn't it? It's clear from the animalistic fury what his choice is.]
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Dahut is nothing if not resolute in making his choices, even as he continues to thrash.]
Yes!! [Despite the agony everyone around them is going through, his answer is swift and without hesitation, the decisive strike of a hammer.] Yes, I'm certain—! Free her and let her return to the orphanage!! No strings, no tricks—!
[OR WHAT MAN HE'S A LIL TEEN STRAPPED TO A TABLE.]
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there is one brief instant where sheba can't do anything but stare in horror - but even before she's fully processed what she's seeing, she cries - ]
Felix!
[...because, in the end, he had saved her life. she had sworn to him that she wouldn't forget that, and she'd sworn to herself that someday, she would repay that debt. (even if he would tell her that there was nothing to repay.)
but it's not just that. there's - his sister, her mind is so muddled that she can't quite place her name right now, but he has a sister who has already lost so much, and she'll be devastated if he doesn't come home. (there's a brief flash of memory - of a young girl in the institute in chains, lunging at her, not stopping until her head was cracked open and her blood spilled out on the ground, and sheba briefly feels ill.) she can't take felix away from her.
and... hadn't shouxue told her, once?
how many times must i survive at the cost of someone else?!
the words echo in her mind. if she saves shouxue's life here, won't she just have to live with that guilt forever? they can die together - like they did once before.
...once before...?]
Just - just set Felix free! Let him go home safe, and healthy, and whole!
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regardless of whether you trust this faceless individual to keep their word about what will become of the people you've chosen to save—you at least know that you've done everything for them. one by one, they're released from their confines—but the ones you've forsaken continue to writhe in agony and call out in their despair, begging for a salvation that won't come.
rosa stumbles to her feet, weakened and discombobulated. she looks around for some way to fight this, to still not yet give up—but then she sees luke. and oh, she knows him. something deep in her heart, her soul, that shatters across any space or time that might keep them apart. she runs for him, calling out for him.
"Luke! Luke! I'm here, I'm—"
but it's not long before another figure cloaked in white seeks to take her away. their arms circle around her middle and she fights, she struggles because if there's anything worth resisting for than it's this. they seem to whisper something to her, sharing his choice, and the tears at the corners of her eyes spill over. from sadness? rage?
"No... No! Luke, don't do this! Don't leave me...!" sobs tear from her now, the reality of it sinking in as she will face a life without him. "I don't want to be without you....!"
similar protests spill from her lips even as she's taken away, reaching out to him—but she can't make contact. her wrist ends in a stump, and falls just short.
salome nearly collapses on the floor, but some white cloaked figures murmur softly in her ear. this is a mistake. hades hath no fury like a mother scorned. crimson stains her lips, her dress, but she spills more still by clawing at the figure closest to her and then making a mad dash for where dahut is restrained.
no matter the carnage on her, the bright blue of her irises shine with panic.
"My son! No, you can't take my son from me—Dahut! Dahut, just wait! Mother's going to come get you, Mother is...!"
but there is still more helpers, and salome is carried out by two of them. she fights and struggles and protests the whole way, crazed and causing damage to both of her keepers as she goes. her shrill shrieks carry, in symphony with rosa's.
"Again... again... you can't take everything from me again!!"
they learn, by the time they get to felix. more cloaked figures in white come to restrain him, even as he's dizzy from blood loss as he's released from his shackles. yet when he lifts his head and his eyes fall upon sheba, he still struggles against his captors.
"Sheba.... Sheba!! What are you—Sheba, why have you done this...?!"
his roar of despair fills the room, his eyes pinned on her even as he's forced steps back and out of the room.
"Just hold on—I'll find a way! I'll protect you! I'll find a way to save you, just wait...!"
but there's no time to wait, is there? science waits for no one. each of you are wheeled toward the very same places that they once were. and from there, the experiments begin. it's hard to say how much time passes. is it hours, days, weeks? all you know is that the person who's kept you there is very insane, and so very thorough. your skin peeled apart from your limbs, your craniums opened, your every organ taken apart and put back together again. for what purpose?
those you chose to neglect are there with you through it all. you watch their bodies given in first—but not before they fix each of you with those looks of betrayal. of pain. you let this happen, you chose this. you couldn't save them.
the final aches that you feel are distant and phantom-like as all the pain blends together. your limbs, being so carefully cleaned and washed, before they are sawed off one by one... what precious parts you are.
maybe the next life will be kinder. or not. ]