Seth hates waiting. He hates not knowing what he's waiting for or when it's going to happen. He hates not being able to talk to Daniel. He resists writing more messages. He reads the books instead. They're dull, but they're better than nothing.
It's almost a relief when they actually ask him to do something. Just almost. He's taken to the interrogation room as usual, sits there quietly awaiting whatever poor soul Seth's going to rob this time.
It's a young man, but he looks more like a zombie. Not rotting flesh or anything like that, but the dead, unfocused eyes. When they lead him in, he's completely compliant, but he also looks like the only reason he's even putting one foot in front of the other is pure muscle memory. He doesn't look like he's able to object, or even has the will or reasoning to do so. The guards have to put his hand forward for him.
Seth doesn't like this at all. He doesn't know what sort of power this person has, they never tell him. And while he knows that powers aren't any use to him, that they can't affect him, he doesn't want anything from this person inside him. The idea fills him with dread.
Yet it only presents as hesitation, because Seth is being good, he's cooperating, he's keeping his head down.
From the moment the transfer begins, panic floods through him, paralysing him with pure, primal fear, his grip only tightening as a result. He can feel the power coming into him, like poison being pumped into his veins, acid eating him up from the inside, tearing away at everything that makes him who he is.
The instant the light goes out, he jerks back, getting violently to his feet, the chair thrown back with a clatter, and he topples backwards, crashing down onto the floor, only he's forgotten where he is or what he's done, all he knows is pain. Horrible, gut-wrenching, suffocating terror and pain, and he's drowning, and he's going to die, and he's not even aware he's screaming, writhing and twitching in agony.
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It's almost a relief when they actually ask him to do something. Just almost. He's taken to the interrogation room as usual, sits there quietly awaiting whatever poor soul Seth's going to rob this time.
It's a young man, but he looks more like a zombie. Not rotting flesh or anything like that, but the dead, unfocused eyes. When they lead him in, he's completely compliant, but he also looks like the only reason he's even putting one foot in front of the other is pure muscle memory. He doesn't look like he's able to object, or even has the will or reasoning to do so. The guards have to put his hand forward for him.
Seth doesn't like this at all. He doesn't know what sort of power this person has, they never tell him. And while he knows that powers aren't any use to him, that they can't affect him, he doesn't want anything from this person inside him. The idea fills him with dread.
Yet it only presents as hesitation, because Seth is being good, he's cooperating, he's keeping his head down.
From the moment the transfer begins, panic floods through him, paralysing him with pure, primal fear, his grip only tightening as a result. He can feel the power coming into him, like poison being pumped into his veins, acid eating him up from the inside, tearing away at everything that makes him who he is.
The instant the light goes out, he jerks back, getting violently to his feet, the chair thrown back with a clatter, and he topples backwards, crashing down onto the floor, only he's forgotten where he is or what he's done, all he knows is pain. Horrible, gut-wrenching, suffocating terror and pain, and he's drowning, and he's going to die, and he's not even aware he's screaming, writhing and twitching in agony.