"I don't believe human beings are expendable like that," he lied, but with total conviction, "And I don't do that kind of work. I've never believed in it. Even my boys, I didn't make them. I found them. Someone else's dirty little secret..."
The Lord Commander's voice trailed off into a tired sigh and the eruption of silence for the next minute as he considered his coming words to a man who, although not at this precise moment, was more than capable enough to ruin him under different circumstances. Lance had run this scenario, the exactness of his conversation this far, through his head for days and weeks, and months, and yet something undefined about it now underwhelmed him. Frustrated, he abandoned the script he'd so meticulously mentally prepared, and lay his cards on the table.
"We are inside an Angel Halo," Lance abruptly explained, a fair bit more casually and blunt than such an admission deserved. "That is where we are. This is Angel Halo. You are familiar with the concept, yes?"
Lance leaned forward in his seat and shifted towards Ritter, posture lowered into a hunch and his gloved fingers interlinked.
"The particular room we occupy is quite special," he explained, his voice lowering. He wanted to make sure Ritter would focus on every word. "I came up with this room. I took the concept, and reversed it, on a smaller scale. Instead of focusing out, they focus in. They focus on one."
"One mind!" Lance suddenly exclaimed, standing up as Pat and Dom reentered the room, accompanied by a young child dressed in hospital scrubs. She seemed unsure of herself, somewhat confused by her surroundings. A closer inspection would reveal she required assistance from her handler, Dom. Clumsily, she slid up into one of the seats in the center of the room, eyes glazed over and pupils dilated.
Lance momentarily abandoned his seated Newtype guest and strode over to the exhausted looking girl, resting a concerned hand on her small shoulder. Turning back to look at Ritter, he said, "Ritter, you are the most powerful Newtype I can bring in here, for right now. You may have lost a step, but even still. You remain quite something. I need you. I need you to find something for me. In here."
Lance twice brushed the girls long hair with his hand. He didn't enjoy her circumstances, or what he'd done to her parents, but he had little choice in the matter. Again, he would bear the burden, and pay the cost necessary to do what needed to be done.
Pat and Dom moved to escort Ritter to the chair opposite the girl, as Lance then rolled over the equipment they would need to totally sync their minds as one using the systems of Angel Halo.
"Like I said, I didn't make these boys," the Lord Commander noted as he anticipated a struggle from Ritter against the boys, "I simply found them. Gave them good purpose. Borrowed them."
Lance slid aside his cloak with one hand and rested on his displayed sidearm in view to his captive Newtype guest. With the other hand, he again patted the girl on the head.
"But this one, I admit it. Her, I stole."Statistics:Posted by ZeonDad — Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:54 am
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