[closed] When all turns out to be unjust, then I'll turn back and help you out

[powerdealer]

Seth is having a familiar dream. He's sitting in an underground interrogation room, cuffed hands resting on the cold metal table. Head bowed, eyes fixed on the table. Waiting. He's alone, but who knows who's on the other side of a one-way mirror next to him.

Elsewhere, as Daniel enters the dream, Seth casts him as someone being shown around the rebel base, perhaps as some sort of inspector, or someone who's just gotten their security clearance upped. The man showing him around is some sort of doctor, or a supervisor, probably both.

"Our next prisoner, J-19, has been working with us for three and a half months now. Doing good work, mostly compliant these days, though he can get a bit unruly sometimes," the man says, leading the way down one of the many underground corridors.


[Warning: ...I don't even know what all to warn for. Imprisonment, abuse, torture, temporary paralysis, NPC death, guns, a lot of emotions, sensory overload, suicide mentions... It's heavy.]

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[peacefulexplorer]

Daniel follows his area supervisor through the subterranean base with restrained interest as he tries not to put every moral doubt on display all at once. He enters the room behind the false mirror, the whole thing as uncompromisingly shadowed as the rest of the base, the walls smooth and bare and lifeless. Oddly enough, the room on the other side of the glass seems to be the brightest he's seen in the base so far, so Daniel moves closer for a better look. The fluorescent light lends a harsh silver cast to its sole occupant. Seated. Handcuffed. Waiting in isolation.

Then Daniel's mouth parts slightly in muted alarm as he realizes that he recognizes him, and an iciness seeps into the base of his neck that has nothing to do with room temperature.

Seth looks terrible under the glare of cold light, though Daniel can't see his face. He's looking at the table and it'd be useless even if he did happen to glance up, because of course he'd see the mirror and not those on the other side.

With considerable effort, he forces his attention back to the supervisor, who has just made an unfortunate comment about the sort of "work" Seth's been doing for them.

"Unruly how, exactly?" Daniel asks in response, the veneer of careful neutrality doing just enough to mask the moral outrage boiling beneath. That's Seth in there. What have they been doing to him?