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( Ah, oh, he understands what this is, it's the same as him; and for a moment there is an anger with Lily; and then it falls softer, as if landing on snow - without the same impact as as it used to have even a day ago - though he remains angry, though he remains protective of Barrett. The target of his feelings remains vague, and indistinct. Not focused on Lily, or anyone, like it was before.

He has questions. But there is this first, there is this first and foremost. He lifts his hands, his own head still pounding residual, and he lays his his first two fingers on either side of his temples, and gently begins to rub there - testing. )

... Does this help the ache? I think it helps me.

( He just doesn't do it because he never attends to his body's needs. )

[His chest rises and falls, trying to push through how sharp the world now feels. But the warmth at the sensitive parts of his skull are a welcome distraction, even if the pain itself doesn't falter under it.

He swallows weakly, giving a nod.]

A little.

Is this what you felt at the meeting, too? When Okoto was prying at us with... with that name.

( "A little" is enough. He rubs circular with a little more force, trying to soothe the pain there is. He knows it doesn't fix it, but - he's so bad at doing nothing. )

... Yes. Before that, I just felt like something was wrong, every time I... said things.

( His tail flicks, and he frowns, pursing his lips - in that same particular way he did constantly throughout the meeting, every other time he spoke up. It seems like he was hitting on a lot of things he wasn't supposed to be saying, and pushing through the conversation anyway.

Trying to discuss Harald Hoerwick and trying to tell Barrett about his purpose - those were when he'd felt the worst aches.

... )

... Do you... remember things, too, after you forget? I— ( Tail flicks, a little - a minor sensation. ) I didn't realize I was forgetting or remembering things until Sinclair started asking...

( Purses lips. )

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[His hand lifts to rest against Morgan's head in return - a steady heat and pressure with his palm, even as his fingers stroke that strange new cat-like ear that rests at the top of his head.]

...I don't know. I'm not sure if I've forgotten anything.

You told me that picture was my family. [A picture that is now completely absent from the room.] I... don't know if it was. I didn't recognize anyone, except for me and my brother and sister.

...What sort of things do you remember, that you think you forgot?

( It doesn't dismiss the pain or the feeling of loss, but he thinks he likes Barrett's hand there better than not. He seems to press into the touch, instinctive, as Barrett strokes his ear - it's pretty soft, like a long-haired cat's fur. Softe catte... )

... Mm. I wonder if there's traces of your past memories in your messages. That's what Sinclair suggested to me. I wonder if the memories you forgot were fake, ( you know, like Mithrun's! ) or...

( He trails off, considering - thinking about Barrett's question. )

... Sinclair said I visited him in a place called Seattle. I went to the sharehouse he lived in... He was trying to get me to work at his company, instead of... doing revenge? ( Unsure. ) He said he visited me in Malibu, he said I had an apartment there, a brother... And there was someone who killed his family - someone I was trying to help him kill...

( He closes his eyes. )

I don't remember those things.

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...I don't know. I don't feel anything is fake. But... there's a lot that feels fuzzy. Like I slept through it or something.

...I'll have to look.

[Later. Not now. For now, he strokes Morgan's ear slowly, letting his fingertips find his way into silver locks.]

Did Sinclair telling you all that... did it help? I know your Malibu apartment. That's where I went to see you, too. Where we went to the beach.

... Tell me what you find.

( This, he says with no particular motive, besides a pulsing desire to be there for Barrett. At least Barrett wouldn't feel alone. At least he'd have somewhere to be vulnerable, if he let himself be.

If Mithrun could purr soft, he might just be. His body language, from his ears to the expression on his face, is very much like a content cat. )

Help... Did it help me remember, you mean? ... No. You still don't remember your family despite what I've said, right...?

( Same hat, it seems. )

... But I'm fine with what I've forgotten. As long as I still remember the important things... Even though I don't like that it's not the same as you remember it...

( ... )

... Where do you go when you disappear suddenly? Like... you did in front of me and Nanashi. Why did he give you that power?

[He hums his acknowledgement, continuing the gentle stroking as they talk.]

I wish there was a way to help bring it back... but I'm glad things are written down. I want us to be able to help you realize what's true.

[As for the other question:]

...It's a special place, just for him -- [Another slight wince, tightening his face and his voice with a bracing of his body underneath Morgan, screwing up his eyes and forcing the words out with an exhale.] -- where I... I always see him. Where I wanted to take you if he'd said yes...

[At least this doesn't seem to hurt as much as some other topics. He just feels odd. Disconnected. Irritated. It leaves him a little grumpy, frowning slightly as he exhales.]

He wanted us to have a way to reach him, besides the gates. He doesn't trust CCCorp at all.

( His eyes open some so he can focus better on that circular kneading... It's bad of him to ask knowing it'll cause Barrett pain - but he won't let there be distance between the two of them, even if it hurts them both to try.

Mithrun, if anything, is taking Barrett's pain seriously. He's grateful he's sharing these things with him, despite the cost. None of this changes anything to know - but the lessening distance puts Mithrun at ease. )

... I don't think he trusts me. Despite what he told me. Despite calling me "dear." ( Pursed lips. He really isn't sure if that was sarcastic on Lily's part or not, but he also thinks that what he is is probably of some use, or else Lily wouldn't have— ) I wonder if it's because I have too many of my memories, still...

( Lily could've contacted him at any time - if he wanted Mithrun in this locked room, he would've already invited him. Mithrun knew this, even when he asked Barrett to get permission to hold open the door for him.

But if Lily hypothetically considers what he is useful, then he ought want him near. Right? There's no reason not to invite him, or not have invited him sooner. That he refuses despite this fact means that the issue is Mithrun - his projected personality. His false memories. And that he didn't remove those memories sooner must mean that their purpose was still important up until this point... )

... When you said something had "happened" last time - when you said he said no to letting me in... What made you think that? Was he acting strange...?

...Why would you have too many memories? He... he hasn't had an issue with the rest of us... mmngh-- [The discomfort starts to sting, enough to buckle him a bit against Morgan's hands. It's there he stays as he shakes his head to the next set of questions.]

Someone else got invited in. It went bad. Lily... Lily didn't want it to repeat. So he said he wouldn't allow anyone else...

[Ah, but this pressure building in his head... one of his hands grabs for the sheets of the bed, digging in hard through the discomfort and disorientation.]

( ah,

His rub shifts into a proper hold, cradling his head as he rubs his temples with his thumbs. )

... Do you want me to stop?

[There's a pained moment of silence as the dizziness settles. But he shakes his head fervently as soon as it passes.]

I can take it.

I'm tired of hiding.

( aggression doki... )

... One more about Lily. I can ask anything else later.

( He presses his face in against the pillow, turning in just enough to press a kiss behind the curve of Barrett's jaw, right where it meets the ear. A strangely intimate, secret kiss. Something just for the two of them. )

Why did you and Levi call him family?

( The obvious answer is because they consider him family, but... Mithrun wants to hear it from Barrett's lips, instead of assuming. He doesn't want to make assumptions about him anymore. )

...

What he wants matters a lot to both of us. Being thrown away by a father who hated you. Not wanting him to hurt anyone else the way you've been hurt--
[A sharp inhale, quickened breath, pressing his face away from Morgan as he rides it, a punishment for honesty, swearing under his breath the entire time.] W-we've been through the same thing he has. It's why he reached out to us...

...

I can't talk for Levi. I don't know his family's past at all. But...

He's not my Lily. Not Lilith. [A standin. A remembrance. But not a replacement.] But... I don't want to abandon him.

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... Thank you.

( Gently, gently kneading his head... Last one, like he promised. He understands Barrett better now. And he thinks he likes this better, despite the cost - for both of them. )

... Levi is your brother. At least, that's what I remember. But... I guess you don't remember anymore.

( ... )

I'll tell you one thing that... Lily didn't tell me, but I think might be true. Based on the things happening, based on the things me and him spoke of, even if it was brief...

( He braces himself, this time - and this time, he barely purses his lips, suppressing his reaction to the sensation.

It's not fair that Barrett should suffer alone. So he'll trade some of him in, for all the parts of Barrett he just took away, and they can be better equal. )

... I think the Wave is coming. The one in the poem. And I think it's coming soon. Don't... hurt yourself protecting everyone, if it does. I won't let there be none of you left.

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[His brow furrows tight at the correction. He remembers the picture having someone... was it Levi? He can't remember. It doesn't make sense. And it fans his temper, just slightly, just enough to deepen that frown that he never, never wears.]

...

It's not my memories. The only brother I have is trapped outside. [Curt. Cold.

But he listens carefully to Morgan's theory. His warning of the poem.]

...I have to do something. I know I can.

But I'm not going to die. Someone needs to pay for what's been done to everyone. I can't die before that happens.

( :T

He gently jerks a lock of Barrett's hair, like a warning. )

Are you implying you can die after? Because you can't.

( Banned !! Not allowed !!!!!! )

[Ow. :(]

It's not a fun thought the other way around, is it? [It's an unfair jab, given that he knows Mithrun doesn't remember. But he's irritated, and it slips out before he can stop it.

Still, he shakes his head.]

I'm not going to. I just won't.

( wow

But at least Barrett agrees with no dying, so there's that. )

... I don't remember. ( He knows Barrett knows, but... ) But I don't... want to die. Not anymore. I want to see what you see for me - growing old with you.

( I want to be yours.

If his purpose holds true, then... he wants to keep running. That's enough to keep him moving, right now. And so long as he's moving, he can be with Barrett. But if his purpose holds true, he'll never grow old with him. Ah, ah, )

... Can I ask you something else? Not about Lily.

[The frown on his face softens slightly, evening out. It's something he's wanted to hear for a while, when it came to Morgan. So why did it feel cruel, hearing it now?

...]

...Yeah. Ask whatever you want.

( barrett doesn't appreciate that mithrun needed 90% of his memories forcibly removed for mithrun to be willing to stay with him ??? )

... Why do you still exercise so much after you eat?

( "Still" is the operative word here - he recalls perfectly what Barrett confessed to his other self. But... they're trapped in a digital world. The reasons must run deeper than fearful necessity. He's trying to understand. )

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[Barrett locks up immediately underneath Morgan.]

...

It's just my routine. It's fine.

( ... Taking Barrett's face in his hands carefully... Telling that Barrett will sign off parts of himself without hesitation in interest of transparency but clam up here. )

I'm not going to think less of you.

I... you don't need to. It's just a routine. I just do it to feel better.

[It's under control. He doesn't have a problem. He can't have a problem again.]

( ... )

Then why are you so anxious talking about it?

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