[021: Spam for Omega]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Sometime between listening to Omega speak and concentrating on Omega's hand in his hair, Rassilon had dozed off.

But when he wakes up the pain is back with a vengeance and the sleep didn't help all that much, he's still exhausted and it just hurts and he really doesn't want to think of anything any more. He's too tired to fight back; eventually

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[rass_bestie]

[Omega had taken the opportunity to take care of both his and Narvin's inmates but now that Rassilon had reawakened and was crying, he had returned to being his only concern. He felt powerless. If only this was something that had been done to him, then he could force the pain away, or at least take as his own. But this dimensional disturbance, with its child's view of justice, couldn't allow him that.

Rassilon had done terrible things. Omega was not blind to it. He fervently wished that Rassilon had never done them, certainly, but blind? No. But he had never truly believed in tit for tat. Even at his angriest, it was always more about self-protection than actual 'justice', no one be allowed hurt him again. Pre-emptive strikes.

But it was never meant to heal. And seeing Rassilon before him broken to the point of crying, Omega had the unneeded confirmation that karma was merely a thinly veiled excuse for torture and it sickened him

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon nodded and grabbed his friend's hand. He tried to swallows down his tears, desperate to get the control back this flood had taken from him, but he couldn't.

It was awful. It hurt, yes. It hurt terribly; and while he normally would be able to take it, it had just gone on for far too long and there was no one here to take advantage of his weakness. But that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was that he had been utterly deprived of control.

He had not been anything he could have foreseen, not a risk he had willingly taken, it was simply a dimensional disturbance. It was nothing he could stop -- there was no medicine to take, no partitioning to be done, nothing but waiting until it would finally, finally end.

And he loathed losing control. He needed to be control, because losing it meant being vulnerable, losing it meant getting hurt, losing it meant standing in a control room and screaming and crying and cursing the universe for taking his friend away, losing it meant being dragged off to another experiment and

[rass_bestie]

[Your friend is here beside you. I am your home. You belong with me, I am your escape. He repeated it out loud and brought Rassilon's hand up to his hearts. I am here.]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon let out a half muffled sob and curled up against his friend. Make it stop, please, please make it stop.]