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So, Atton's no longer feeling disorientated. He's starting to walk better.

New problems have arisen, though. Atton has been alternating between feeling freezing and feeling like he's burning up. It started rather abruptly, and it isn't very pleasant.

Right now, he's freezing. Thus, he's wandering around his room, shirtless and barefoot but with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders, shivering.

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"Hey, Atton."

Sam sticks his head around the door without preamble.

(Well, you never know, there's always the chance Atton might be changing. Not that he's as pretty a sight as usual, granted.)

"How're you doing?"

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"Cold." Atton says, simply, flopping on the bed.

[necessary_child]

"Still?" Sam asks, kicking his shoes off before flopping next to Atton. Possibly there is some cuddling. It is possible that that is what he's doing.

"How's your arm?"

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"It's alright. Looks a bit weird." Rather dejectedly, as Atton possibly cuddles back.

[necessary_child]

"Oh well, 'least it'll match." Sam sticks his tongue out. "Poor Atton. It'll get better, I expect."

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Atton sighs, closing his eyes and leaning against Sam.
"I can't sleep, Sammy. Not easily. Everything just seems t'be weighing down on me."

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Sam wraps an arm around him tightly, possibly - just possibly - playing a little with his hair.

"What happened to you, anyway?"

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"'S sorta a long story," Atton says. "My brother got kidnapped. So did two ... old subordinates of mine. So I went to get them back, and I got tricked into being knocked out with sedatives. They wanted to know where the artifact was, so they chained me up and tortured me. A lot. Whips at first, and torture fields, and then they expanded onto burning, keeping me awake for long periods, starving me, punching me. Cold." Atton says, matter-of-factly.

"Humiliating me, too. Tying me up and letting the guards jeer and throw whatever they had at hand. Making me sleep in the blood and filth of previous prisoners. Getting watched while I showered and listening to their stupid comments. 'S was about two, three months until I escaped. And then the guy who nursed me back to health wanted t'go back there, so we did and I got run through with a vibroblade by this Wulfric guy."

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"Shit, Atton." Softly, tugging him closer. "I wish you'd come back here for help."

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"'S okay. Nothing's happened that can't be reversed." Atton says, giving Sam a reassuring smile.

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"'s not the point." Sam's hand plays absently in Atton's hair.

"It shouldn't've happened to you."

Beat.

"We can go kill them lots, right?"

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"Nobody more deserving than me." Atton says. "Yeah. But Wulfric's mine, okay?"

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Beat.

Sam moves to grab Atton's shoulders and look him in the eyes. "Atton Rand, listen to me. You deserve none of this. And no, I'm not just lying to make you feel better. You're a good person, Atton, and you don't deserve any of the shit that happens to you. And you can stop thinking otherwise when you like."

Pause.

"But yeah, you get to kill Wulfric. S'long as I get to kill everyone else."

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"Sam, c'mon. I'm not a good person." Atton shakes his head.

"I'll even let y'kill the guy in charge of my torture." Generously.

[necessary_child]

"You are." Bluntly. "Whether or not you believe it."

Sam lets go of Atton's shoulders, curling up next to him again.

"Ooooh. Can I do it slowly?"

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"Just make sure you share with anybody else I take. This is presuming I take anybody at all, though."

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Immediately, "You're taking me."

Beat.

"Possibly not literally. Moving on."

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"Gavin'd object." Absently.

Beat.

"And in the non-literal sense: I still haven't decided if I'm taking anybody. It'll be dangerous."

[necessary_child]

"He could join in?"

Sam eyes him. "Atton, I am not kidding when I say that I'm never going to forgive you if you don't take me along."

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"What's the big deal? If I don't take you, you miss out on one chance t'be violent, that's all."

[necessary_child]

"...Do you have any idea what it felt like, thinking we'd lost you?"

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Atton is silent for a very long time.

"'S can't have been that bad, right?" Hopefully. "'S not as if any of you needed me. 'S not as if you relied on me. I never gave you anything. At best, I might've been entertaining."

[necessary_child]

Sam looks, suddenly, as if he's been slapped.









And then he hits him. Hard.

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Atton's face snaps around at the hit. After a moment, he lifts part of the blanket to wipe away at a trickle of blood coming from his mouth.
"Sorry." Quietly. "'S just ... I don't help you in any way. If anything, I just cause more problems."

[necessary_child]

Sam's fist is still raised, as if he's forgotten what he's supposed to do next. He almost wishes Atton would hit back, do something, instead of just sitting there looking like that.

It's a while before he speaks, and when he does his head is down, hair falling into his eyes, and his voice is quiet, with an odd, bitter-sad-something note in it.

"For an intelligent guy, you're so fucking dense, sometimes, Atton Rand."