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“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

The Doctor hadn’t been expecting anyone to still be down in the labs (no one human, anyway). The Cured lab techs that hadn’t laid into each other were still lurching around, ignoring 049’s commands. He wasn’t used to this, normally they obeyed him to the utmost.

And now Burakh had wandered back in here. First the Professor and now this. How many more people would be witnessing his folly today? He’d already taken care of Landin and his daughter.

“I don’t fear them. They won’t attack me. I don’t smell like prey. It’s you who should be worried. What are you doing down here?”

Some of the other cars were gone. The drivers had taken them while fleeing. It meant the garage doors had been left open so that they didn’t have to worry about messing with security or the opening mechanisms.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Daniel stirred in the back. The world was hazy and he was pulled back underneath consciousness a few times before he forced himself awake. It would be a while before his body would obey him completely, but at least his eyes were open. He pulled himself up slowly into a seated position.

“The labs…I don’t suppose it was too much to…hope I’ve been dreaming this…whole time.”

“Well, what’s life but a dream, after all…” Burakh had the rear-view mirror tilted down, so he could check on him periodically. His eyes softened when he saw him wake.

He reached for something in the passenger’s seat. “Here.” He passed a paper bag back. “Figured you’d be waking up soon. I got you something. If you’re nauseated, it’ll help.”

There was a burger and fries in there. They were still hot.

“I’m headed for the airport. You have a plane or something waiting? Don’t know much about flying, me…”

“So you’ve mastered the drive-thru. Congratulations, you’ve learned how to survive the future,” Daniel said, taking the bag. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but his stomach hadn’t come around enough to feel nauseated and he would rather get something in it now.

He started in on the fries, taking bites in between speaking.

I called someone this morning about flying us to the Gorkhon. Saved my life many times over these long years, especially during the wars when my research and I needed to move. In return, I took her into the Polyhedron.“ He paused. “I wonder if she’s been at the airport all this time. I told her we would be there at noon. She’ll give me an earful if she’s still there.”

Burakh snorted. “I even managed to get you a drink.” He passed the soda back to Daniel.

“…She’ll be there. People wait for you, oinon,” he said. His voice had a note of tenderness in it.

It was beginning to rain, but not a hard. A few stray drops hit the windshield. Burakh decided he liked this. The warmth he felt with Daniel, the relative silence, the ease of the highway. There was something intimate about driving with another person.

Daniel lapsed into a silence as he finished his food. Apparently he was hungrier than he realized as he ate all of it. The relative peace wasn’t lost on him, but he couldn’t enjoy it quite at the measure that Artemiy did. He liked being with him, watching him again, but there was something off, a tarnished spot on a stained glass window. It both unnerved and irritated him, even moreso because he couldn’t figure out where the feeling stemmed from. He hadn’t felt this way the night before, laying with Burakh, the closest he had felt to having his old joy back.

“You’ve never flown before, have you, unless you have a story I haven’t heard about. We’ll be on the plane for most of a day.”

“A day?” said Burakh, sounding awfully casual. “Well, oinon, what has science been up to all this time? Thought by now it would be faster.”

A long pause.

“…Eh…it’s not very dangerous, is it?”

“We can’t teleport over just yet. Give me a few more years,” Daniel said, not entirely joking. “Statistically, flying is safer than driving. Provided you don’t think about the thousands of feet of air and the sheet of metal between you and the ground. Don’t worry, our pilot has been at this for fifty-seven years. You couldn’t be in better hands.”

“...Little loud.”

They were getting close to the airport. Burakh muttered something irritably to himself, trying to find a good place to leave the car in the labyrinth they were calling a parking lot.

“Bastard. You took my spot. Daniel, did you see him? If you weren’t with me I’d teach him not to mess with me - hey, there’s another one!”

Burakh stopped the car and pulled the bag Daniel had packed last night out of the back. He had his own things - what little he owned, anyway - in a brown paper shopping bag, which he tucked under his arm.

“Where do we go now?”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

The Doctor hadn’t been expecting anyone to still be down in the labs (no one human, anyway). The Cured lab techs that hadn’t laid into each other were still lurching around, ignoring 049’s commands. He wasn’t used to this, normally they obeyed him to the utmost.

And now Burakh had wandered back in here. First the Professor and now this. How many more people would be witnessing his folly today? He’d already taken care of Landin and his daughter.

“I don’t fear them. They won’t attack me. I don’t smell like prey. It’s you who should be worried. What are you doing down here?”

Some of the other cars were gone. The drivers had taken them while fleeing. It meant the garage doors had been left open so that they didn’t have to worry about messing with security or the opening mechanisms.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Daniel stirred in the back. The world was hazy and he was pulled back underneath consciousness a few times before he forced himself awake. It would be a while before his body would obey him completely, but at least his eyes were open. He pulled himself up slowly into a seated position.

“The labs…I don’t suppose it was too much to…hope I’ve been dreaming this…whole time.”

“Well, what’s life but a dream, after all…” Burakh had the rear-view mirror tilted down, so he could check on him periodically. His eyes softened when he saw him wake.

He reached for something in the passenger’s seat. “Here.” He passed a paper bag back. “Figured you’d be waking up soon. I got you something. If you’re nauseated, it’ll help.”

There was a burger and fries in there. They were still hot.

“I’m headed for the airport. You have a plane or something waiting? Don’t know much about flying, me…”

“So you’ve mastered the drive-thru. Congratulations, you’ve learned how to survive the future,” Daniel said, taking the bag. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but his stomach hadn’t come around enough to feel nauseated and he would rather get something in it now.

He started in on the fries, taking bites in between speaking.

I called someone this morning about flying us to the Gorkhon. Saved my life many times over these long years, especially during the wars when my research and I needed to move. In return, I took her into the Polyhedron.“ He paused. “I wonder if she’s been at the airport all this time. I told her we would be there at noon. She’ll give me an earful if she’s still there.”

Burakh snorted. “I even managed to get you a drink.” He passed the soda back to Daniel.

“…She’ll be there. People wait for you, oinon,” he said. His voice had a note of tenderness in it.

It was beginning to rain, but not a hard. A few stray drops hit the windshield. Burakh decided he liked this. The warmth he felt with Daniel, the relative silence, the ease of the highway. There was something intimate about driving with another person.

Daniel lapsed into a silence as he finished his food. Apparently he was hungrier than he realized as he ate all of it. The relative peace wasn’t lost on him, but he couldn’t enjoy it quite at the measure that Artemiy did. He liked being with him, watching him again, but there was something off, a tarnished spot on a stained glass window. It both unnerved and irritated him, even moreso because he couldn’t figure out where the feeling stemmed from. He hadn’t felt this way the night before, laying with Burakh, the closest he had felt to having his old joy back.

“You’ve never flown before, have you, unless you have a story I haven’t heard about. We’ll be on the plane for most of a day.”

“A day?” said Burakh, sounding awfully casual. “Well, oinon, what has science been up to all this time? Thought by now it would be faster.”

A long pause.

“...Eh...it’s not very dangerous, is it?”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

The Doctor hadn’t been expecting anyone to still be down in the labs (no one human, anyway). The Cured lab techs that hadn’t laid into each other were still lurching around, ignoring 049’s commands. He wasn’t used to this, normally they obeyed him to the utmost.

And now Burakh had wandered back in here. First the Professor and now this. How many more people would be witnessing his folly today? He’d already taken care of Landin and his daughter.

“I don’t fear them. They won’t attack me. I don’t smell like prey. It’s you who should be worried. What are you doing down here?”

Some of the other cars were gone. The drivers had taken them while fleeing. It meant the garage doors had been left open so that they didn’t have to worry about messing with security or the opening mechanisms.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Daniel stirred in the back. The world was hazy and he was pulled back underneath consciousness a few times before he forced himself awake. It would be a while before his body would obey him completely, but at least his eyes were open. He pulled himself up slowly into a seated position.

“The labs…I don’t suppose it was too much to…hope I’ve been dreaming this…whole time.”

“Well, what’s life but a dream, after all…” Burakh had the rear-view mirror tilted down, so he could check on him periodically. His eyes softened when he saw him wake.

He reached for something in the passenger’s seat. “Here.” He passed a paper bag back. “Figured you’d be waking up soon. I got you something. If you’re nauseated, it’ll help.”

There was a burger and fries in there. They were still hot.

“I’m headed for the airport. You have a plane or something waiting? Don’t know much about flying, me…”

“So you’ve mastered the drive-thru. Congratulations, you’ve learned how to survive the future,” Daniel said, taking the bag. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but his stomach hadn’t come around enough to feel nauseated and he would rather get something in it now.

He started in on the fries, taking bites in between speaking.

I called someone this morning about flying us to the Gorkhon. Saved my life many times over these long years, especially during the wars when my research and I needed to move. In return, I took her into the Polyhedron.“ He paused. "I wonder if she’s been at the airport all this time. I told her we would be there at noon. She’ll give me an earful if she’s still there.”

Burakh snorted. “I even managed to get you a drink.” He passed the soda back to Daniel.

“...She’ll be there. People wait for you, oinon,” he said. His voice had a note of tenderness in it.

It was beginning to rain, but not a hard. A few stray drops hit the windshield. Burakh decided he liked this. The warmth he felt with Daniel, the relative silence, the ease of the highway. There was something intimate about driving with another person.

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

The Doctor hadn’t been expecting anyone to still be down in the labs (no one human, anyway). The Cured lab techs that hadn’t laid into each other were still lurching around, ignoring 049’s commands. He wasn’t used to this, normally they obeyed him to the utmost.

And now Burakh had wandered back in here. First the Professor and now this. How many more people would be witnessing his folly today? He’d already taken care of Landin and his daughter.

“I don’t fear them. They won’t attack me. I don’t smell like prey. It’s you who should be worried. What are you doing down here?”

Some of the other cars were gone. The drivers had taken them while fleeing. It meant the garage doors had been left open so that they didn’t have to worry about messing with security or the opening mechanisms.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Daniel stirred in the back. The world was hazy and he was pulled back underneath consciousness a few times before he forced himself awake. It would be a while before his body would obey him completely, but at least his eyes were open. He pulled himself up slowly into a seated position.

“The labs…I don’t suppose it was too much to…hope I’ve been dreaming this…whole time.”

#burakh rp #morbid impressions

“Well, what’s life but a dream, after all...” Burakh had the rear-view mirror tilted down, so he could check on him periodically. His eyes softened when he saw him wake.

He reached for something in the passenger’s seat. “Here.” He passed a paper bag back. “Figured you’d be waking up soon. I got you something. If you’re nauseated, it’ll help.”

There was a burger and fries in there. They were still hot.

“I’m headed for the airport. You have a plane or something waiting? Don’t know much about flying, me...”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

The Doctor hadn’t been expecting anyone to still be down in the labs (no one human, anyway). The Cured lab techs that hadn’t laid into each other were still lurching around, ignoring 049’s commands. He wasn’t used to this, normally they obeyed him to the utmost.

And now Burakh had wandered back in here. First the Professor and now this. How many more people would be witnessing his folly today? He’d already taken care of Landin and his daughter.

“I don’t fear them. They won’t attack me. I don’t smell like prey. It’s you who should be worried. What are you doing down here?”

There was a muffled banging, and then Burakh’s head appeared in the overhead vent.

(This wasn’t really his favorite way to move around, but he had to admit, it worked.)

“I want Daniel,” he demanded. “He came back here this morning, and as far as I can tell he didn’t leave. Where is he? Where’s Landin?”

The Doctor was somehow able to meet Burakh’s inverted gaze and make it not awkward. He was surprised the vents were big enough for a man of his size to move around in at all.

“The Professor came to the labs, yes. I knew witnessing the…happenings that occured here would agitate his mental state, so I took him somewhere to keep him calm. As for Spaulding…” His eyes narrowed a bit behind his mask. “For his own safety and the safety of his daughter, I’d prefer they stay hidden.”

“Eh? And who is ‘Spaulding?’ I was under the impression the two of you were close…”

Maybe it was better not to antagonize 049. He could at least be trusted to protect Landin and Hana. Of this, Burakh was reasonably certain.

“Take me to Daniel. I’ll get him out of here safe.”

“The circumstances between myself and…Landin are none of your concern.” His hands clenched into fists.

There was an agitated groan from the other end of the hall as one of the Cured shuffled passed. It was still wearing a labcoat. As the one responsible for their state, the Doctor was willing to be the one to put them down if they continued to disobey him. But that would have to come later.

“It’s taking the Professor away from this place that worries me. His mental faculties are fragile. These recent events may very well send him over the edge. You know well what he’s capable of. But if you insist, I will show you where I’m keeping him.”

If Burakh had a comment, it went unsaid. He popped back up into the vent until the Cured one passed.

Was he really comfortable seeing all of this? Yes, it was definitely best not to antagonize the good doctor.

Artemiy resumed the conversation. “I’m taking him out of the country. Back to where he used to live. He’ll be better there. I think.”

He paused. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear this. “…Is anyone still alive down here? Did you see what happened? I’ve seen something like this only once before in my life…”

He set off through the corridors, trusting Burakh would be able to keep up. It was a moment before he answered. “I made a grave error. Last night, the Pestilence swarmed and infected many of the assistants in the labs. I don’t know why. It does not dare come where I am.” And he thought he had been keeping a close handle on the manor and the labs.

“I administered my Cure to them, I had to. It would have been irresponsible of me to let them suffer,” he said. “But normally those who have been Cured obey my will. Now they do not. They fought each other, tore one another apart and made a feast. The survivors fled, either back to their dwellings in the other buildings or away from the grounds of the manor.”

He stopped at one of the doors (and although some time had passed), it could be recognized as the same door where the replica of the Slough had been. But now, when he opened the door, the room was bare and bleached white. The floor was just tiles and the only funishings were a cot and an IV pole. Daniel was laying on the cot, in one piece. There were some drops of blood on his clothes from walking through the worst of the gore in the halls when he had come to investigate, but he was otherwise healthy.

The IV hooked up to him kept him sedated. He didn’t react to their presence.

Burakh’s eyed narrowed. He knew well how difficult it was to judge anesthetics - but the doctor hadn’t yet showed him any reason to doubt his competence. Within the realms of conventional medicine, anyway.

Still, he pulled the IV from Daniel’s arm and sat on the bed, taking Daniel’s hands in his. He shook them lightly. “Hey, old man. What are you doing, lying in bed like that all day? Lazy…”

He ran his thumb over the back of his fingers.

“…When you see Landin, tell him I can’t see him anymore,” he told 049. “Please,” he added, a moment later, realizing he had spent a good portion of the last hour ordering him around.

“I shall tell him,” the Doctor said, agreeably. “These corridors will be clear should you wish to carry the Professor outside. I suggest you keep a close eye on him while you travel.” He backed out of the doorway and set off down the hall.

Daniel lay still for a moment. His eyelids twitched and slid open. The pupils were dilated and his gaze leveled on Burakh without really registering him. His fingers tightened around Artemiy’s hands.

Silently, Burakh brought his hands to his lips.

“...Let’s get out of here. We’ll figure out what went on later. You’re in no condition for this.”

He tried to figure out the safest way to leave - the way he came in was long and convoluted, and increased their chances of running into trouble, but the garage wasn’t as far. He lifted Daniel out of bed and took him down. He picked out a car and lay Daniel out in the back. He rested a hand on his forehead, briefly, before getting in front.

Apparently, this is what happens if you keep your emotions bottled up for a year and a half.

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Why are you thinking of this in terms of fairness and deserving and lessons learned? Every one of the characters involved here is unstable and emotionally unwell. They’re not going to be fair.

Artemiy had a right to react the way he did. Artemiy didn’t owe Daniel anything, he had reasons for rejecting him for so long. It wasn’t his “sexual autonomy,” or his right to fuck people, or whatever, it was his literal autonomy. Daniel robbed that of him. He literally enslaved him. Do you have any idea what it’s like for someone to steal that from you, to steal the foundation of your personhood, and then decide they didn’t want you after all? Do you have any idea how fucked up and dirty and worthless you would feel? That’s why Burakh tried to kill him, it wasn’t just because Daniel shot him. And, as long as we’re talking about “deserving”, Dankovsky didn’t deserve to “feel better.” He didn’t have the right to go do whatever he felt like, to treat Artemiy like something he used up and threw out, and not expect Burakh to react. You can’t compare their situations. They’re not on equal footing. He was keeping Burakh prisoner. Dankovsky deserved everything he got and if anything, it’s unrealistic for Burakh for have forgiven him.

The entire reason I made this post was because I felt guilty for letting things get this bad. I know what you said to Kaykay, and that made me feel more terrible. It made me realize what it meant for you and so I felt guilty. But then I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I shouldn’t have had Daniel lock Artemiy up in the first place. That’s where I wish I’d done things differently. I’m not arguing with you. Artemiy had every right to react the way he did. I feel like I did this to them.

So you should have said something about this back in 2014. Jesus, why are you so passive about these things, it’s not healthy. If you didn’t want to do things this way we didn’t have to.

I thought it was a good idea at the time. Everyone seemed like they were on board with it. I didn’t know it was going to turn into a big emotional clusrerfuck I was going to obsess over for a year and a half until I couldn’t take it anymore and wound up bawling over it at work. I didn’t know it was going to hurt you and I didn’t know it was going to hurt Kaykay by extension. I just didn’t know.

Honestly I guess it’s my fault (what do you mean it’s probably not a good idea to repeat all the abuse I’ve faced from my parents and half my exes in happy online funtime form?). But you really, really should have asked me before you had Daniel screw around with Henry. That was really upsetting and triggering and I never would have agreed to that plotline, and it was going to affect my character severely.

Look, what do you want to do with the verse now? If you want Dankovsky to just tell Burakh to kiss off that’s fair.

Our idea was for Henry to be a part of Daniel’s backstory. One of the people he found comfort in during the 100 years. Since he was comforted then, he wanted to do it again. Honestly, I didn’t even think Artemiy was going to find out. I thought he was going off on his own and I didn’t know it was going to affect you like that, so I didn’t think to ask. I’m sorry. I just wanted a way to include Kaykay.

I don’t think Daniel is going to be able to reconcile Artemiy now with the Artemiy he had then. I know it’s the same Artemiy. He’s got all his memories back, but Daniel doesn’t feel it’s the same, not after anything that’s happened. He can’t let go of the Artemiy he was truly happy with. They probably should split up, maybe for a while or indefinitely. If Burakh still wants to go to the Gorkhon, Daniel will take him there.

That would be a good idea. It’s a more scenic place for Dankovsky to dump him than the Burakh box, anyway. I think he’ll want to stay on the Gorkhon from here on out.

Apparently, this is what happens if you keep your emotions bottled up for a year and a half.

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Why are you thinking of this in terms of fairness and deserving and lessons learned? Every one of the characters involved here is unstable and emotionally unwell. They’re not going to be fair.

Artemiy had a right to react the way he did. Artemiy didn’t owe Daniel anything, he had reasons for rejecting him for so long. It wasn’t his “sexual autonomy,” or his right to fuck people, or whatever, it was his literal autonomy. Daniel robbed that of him. He literally enslaved him. Do you have any idea what it’s like for someone to steal that from you, to steal the foundation of your personhood, and then decide they didn’t want you after all? Do you have any idea how fucked up and dirty and worthless you would feel? That’s why Burakh tried to kill him, it wasn’t just because Daniel shot him. And, as long as we’re talking about “deserving”, Dankovsky didn’t deserve to “feel better.” He didn’t have the right to go do whatever he felt like, to treat Artemiy like something he used up and threw out, and not expect Burakh to react. You can’t compare their situations. They’re not on equal footing. He was keeping Burakh prisoner. Dankovsky deserved everything he got and if anything, it’s unrealistic for Burakh for have forgiven him.

The entire reason I made this post was because I felt guilty for letting things get this bad. I know what you said to Kaykay, and that made me feel more terrible. It made me realize what it meant for you and so I felt guilty. But then I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I shouldn’t have had Daniel lock Artemiy up in the first place. That’s where I wish I’d done things differently. I’m not arguing with you. Artemiy had every right to react the way he did. I feel like I did this to them.

So you should have said something about this back in 2014. Jesus, why are you so passive about these things, it’s not healthy. If you didn’t want to do things this way we didn’t have to.

I thought it was a good idea at the time. Everyone seemed like they were on board with it. I didn’t know it was going to turn into a big emotional clusrerfuck I was going to obsess over for a year and a half until I couldn’t take it anymore and wound up bawling over it at work. I didn’t know it was going to hurt you and I didn’t know it was going to hurt Kaykay by extension. I just didn’t know.

Honestly I guess it’s my fault (what do you mean it’s probably not a good idea to repeat all the abuse I’ve faced from my parents and half my exes in happy online funtime form?). But you really, really should have asked me before you had Daniel screw around with Henry. That was really upsetting and triggering and I never would have agreed to that plotline, and it was going to affect my character severely.

Look, what do you want to do with the verse now? If you want Dankovsky to just tell Burakh to kiss off that’s fair.

Apparently, this is what happens if you keep your emotions bottled up for a year and a half.

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Why are you thinking of this in terms of fairness and deserving and lessons learned? Every one of the characters involved here is unstable and emotionally unwell. They’re not going to be fair.

Artemiy had a right to react the way he did. Artemiy didn’t owe Daniel anything, he had reasons for rejecting him for so long. It wasn’t his “sexual autonomy,” or his right to fuck people, or whatever, it was his literal autonomy. Daniel robbed that of him. He literally enslaved him. Do you have any idea what it’s like for someone to steal that from you, to steal the foundation of your personhood, and then decide they didn’t want you after all? Do you have any idea how fucked up and dirty and worthless you would feel? That’s why Burakh tried to kill him, it wasn’t just because Daniel shot him. And, as long as we’re talking about “deserving”, Dankovsky didn’t deserve to “feel better.” He didn’t have the right to go do whatever he felt like, to treat Artemiy like something he used up and threw out, and not expect Burakh to react. You can’t compare their situations. They’re not on equal footing. He was keeping Burakh prisoner. Dankovsky deserved everything he got and if anything, it’s unrealistic for Burakh for have forgiven him.

The entire reason I made this post was because I felt guilty for letting things get this bad. I know what you said to Kaykay, and that made me feel more terrible. It made me realize what it meant for you and so I felt guilty. But then I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I shouldn’t have had Daniel lock Artemiy up in the first place. That’s where I wish I’d done things differently. I’m not arguing with you. Artemiy had every right to react the way he did. I feel like I did this to them.

So you should have said something about this back in 2014. Jesus, why are you so passive about these things, it’s not healthy. If you didn’t want to do things this way we didn’t have to.

Apparently, this is what happens if you keep your emotions bottled up for a year and a half.

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Why are you thinking of this in terms of fairness and deserving and lessons learned? Every one of the characters involved here is unstable and emotionally unwell. They’re not going to be fair.

Artemiy had a right to react the way he did. Artemiy didn’t owe Daniel anything, he had reasons for rejecting him for so long. It wasn’t his “sexual autonomy,” or his right to fuck people, or whatever, it was his literal autonomy. Daniel robbed that of him. He literally enslaved him. Do you have any idea what it’s like for someone to steal that from you, to steal the foundation of your personhood, and then decide they didn’t want you after all? Do you have any idea how fucked up and dirty and worthless you would feel? That’s why Burakh tried to kill him, it wasn’t just because Daniel shot him. And, as long as we’re talking about “deserving”, Dankovsky didn’t deserve to “feel better.” He didn’t have the right to go do whatever he felt like, to treat Artemiy like something he used up and threw out, and not expect Burakh to react. You can’t compare their situations. They’re not on equal footing. He was keeping Burakh prisoner. Dankovsky deserved everything he got and if anything, it’s unrealistic for Burakh for have forgiven him.

Also, it’s fine to sympathize with him, but if you think he should have been able to fuck Henry consequence-free (after stealing so much from Burakh so that they’d be forced into something resembling monogamy and then deciding, well, I ruined your life to get this, but it turns out it doesn’t matter to me at all), screw you.

Burakh paid for what Daniel wanted, and then Daniel threw it out. You get that, right? You get why that would fuck Burakh up? You can’t talk about this like they’re neurotypical consensual poly people or something. It’s not going to be rational and fair and healthy. If it makes sense for Daniel to run off and screw Henry Townshend of all the fucking people, fine, but you can’t just expect Artemiy to fucking take it.

Apparently, this is what happens if you keep your emotions bottled up for a year and a half.

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