[It's hard to tell if Lucian intended to start recording this or not. If he did, he's lost whatever train of thought he planned to share.
The jacketless swordsman is slumped against a wall, sweating and trembling, in a room that's way too dark for the time of day. Only his paper-pale skin keeps him from completely blending in with the shadows. The
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[ so very concerned. ]
I... is there anything I could do to help you?
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[Whatever it is, it's tearing his mind in two. He doesn't want to turn, he wants to keep his memories and emotions and humanity. But he also wants power - needs power, like food and water and breathing, and there's just so much of it waiting to be unlocked if he would just let go--]
No! I won't do it! I don't want it, I don't need it, not like that!
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I'm sorry I can't-- I don't know what's making you like this.
I don't know how to help you.
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Make it stop...make it stop! Somebody make it stop!
[This continues for a few minutes longer, then the feed ends suddenly when he drops the Forge. Don't expect any more replies.]
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And can you really blame it? All that pure, raw power ready to be claimed...he needs it, needsitneedsitneedsit, and it's right there just waiting for him. It'll be so quick and easy...]
Stop it...stop it...leave me alone, stop making me want this!
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[Sure not easy being his friend, if you can even call him that. But he tries.]
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When Trevor arrives, the room is empty.]
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[ He's worried now. He'd rather not have to worry about something new hitting the city... ]
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[But he does. He wants it so bad, wants all that power. He needs power - any power, all of it, more of it, more more more more more!
He keeps clawing away at his head, the tips of his fingers and nails turning dark and wet as they start to draw blood.]
Get out of my head! Leave me alone!
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[ Almost a plea. He isn't the expert on these things, after all. Would be nice to be one of those people who can locate people on some sixth sense... ]
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Stop it, stop it, I don't want it, stop tempting me...it's not worth it, I don't want it...I want my mind back, give it back!
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[His thoughts are so jacked up from trying to hold off this ungodly thirst for power that he doesn't even notice who he's talking to, much less the nickname.]
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I don't think that makes sense.
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[He groans. Something's messing around with his mind, and on top of that he's as sick as the proverbial dog. Coherence is not his strong point right now.]
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Make it stop...make it stop...make it stop...
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How?
[...and a moment later.]
What preceded this?
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[After a few minutes he drops the Forge and the feed cuts.
He's gone by the time Irene gets there.]
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