[ it's out of him before he can stop it, rolling to his feet and raking both hands through messy hair, a stress reaction. That-- submission, that wounded bird look, it's like being back in the work camp all over again. There'd been guys there that had been imprisoned longer, that had looked the way his future self does. Hollowed out and empty, quiet little shadows that made no impression on the world. They were the kind of people that, when rescue finally came, sat blankly and ignored the open doors to their cells, had to be prodded or pulled into motion. They'd have sat still while the rest of the base burned.
He stares, looking angry and betrayed. ]
What the hell happened to you.
[ it's not even a real question. he knows. brainwashing, and torture, and-- whatever, being frozen, science fiction bullshit, but he'd been tortured before. He'd been under Zola's knife before, woken up with the fire of some alien substance creeping through his veins, and it hadn't made him into this. ]
no subject
[ it's out of him before he can stop it, rolling to his feet and raking both hands through messy hair, a stress reaction. That-- submission, that wounded bird look, it's like being back in the work camp all over again. There'd been guys there that had been imprisoned longer, that had looked the way his future self does. Hollowed out and empty, quiet little shadows that made no impression on the world. They were the kind of people that, when rescue finally came, sat blankly and ignored the open doors to their cells, had to be prodded or pulled into motion. They'd have sat still while the rest of the base burned.
He stares, looking angry and betrayed. ]
What the hell happened to you.
[ it's not even a real question. he knows. brainwashing, and torture, and-- whatever, being frozen, science fiction bullshit, but he'd been tortured before. He'd been under Zola's knife before, woken up with the fire of some alien substance creeping through his veins, and it hadn't made him into this. ]