“That’s not how it happened!” Teddy caught Lorcan’s eye, silently begging him to understand. “You’re the one who doesn’t understand this isn’t black and white. Protests aren’t going to bring about change! Our world doesn’t respond to- to aggression and demos! How have you not realised that by now? I’m not stupid, okay? I see shit on a daily basis that makes me feel angrier than I have ever felt but that’s why I’m working for the Ministry! That’s why I worked so hard for the job nobody else wanted!” He squared his shoulders, keeping his head held high as Lorcan approached him, making it clear he wasn’t intimated, but he felt his heart shatter at the question, feeling the genuine heartbreak and sense of betrayal. His anger disappeared, replaced instantly by the guilt that he worked to hard to repress. He hadn’t meant for things to become so complicated. He liked Lorcan. He liked him a lot, and he fully supported his cause but he didn’t have a choice. It was a memory he revisited often, one he thought about time and time again. The Ministry would only have fired him and found somebody willing to add Lorcan to the ever-growing list if he had simply refused. He kept Lorcan’s name from the Ministry officials for as long as he possibly could, and why wasn’t that enough? He was always going to end up on the registry, one way or another. It was inevitable, wasn’t it? “You were causing so much trouble.” He said, his voice slightly weaker than it had been just moments before. His hair began to fade to a deep blue. “The Ministry knew who you were- they knew. I kept your name from them for as long as I could. You know I did, Lorcan.” He closed his eyes briefly as Lorcan continued, visibly flinching at the word ‘coward’. It cut deep, far deeper than he would ever admit. He thought of his parents and wondered, for the millionth time, whether they would be proud of him. He was fighting for a good cause, in the only way he knew how… but was he doing the wrong thing? Was he making things worse by working alongside the oppressors? He glanced at the crowd surrounding them both, listening to their conversation and sighed deeply. “Can we talk somewhere else?” He asked, knowing what the answer was most likely going to be. “Please, away from… this?”
“That’s what you’re telling me!” He raised a hand so he could point at Teddy again, unable to contain his rage. “You’re the one who doesn’t understand—any of this. You’re still working for a system that is not going to change unless we force it to change. Do you think the best way to do that is to be a cog in the machine? You’re helping enforce the system that still oppresses people like us, and all you can say about it is that they’re not going to listen? They’re not listening to you Teddy. They’re listening to me plenty.” He swallowed hard, his voice getting quieter. “I don’t know that, Teddy,” he replied simply. His eyes were still cold, and the crowd had fallen under the spell of another leader, who, in the absence of Lorcan’s usual fiery rhetoric, had picked up the slack, though he didn’t have the charm and charisma that Lorcan did in convincing a crowd that he was the one that they should believe, no one else—especially not the government. Lorcan spoke to an anger and resentment that had ben sitting heavy in their hearts for a long time, and now, all he saw in Teddy was another force that was trying to slow him down. Lorcan had no inclination to slow or stop, so he wasn’t going to even think about it. Once upon a time, he and Teddy had been on the same side. Lorcan thought that they might be able to do something about this, together, but as the months went on it became clear to see that Teddy was nothing more than another gear turning in the machine that sought to retain the status quo. They weren’t going to do anything to make things better for those in the lower strata of society if they weren’t forced to do it. Lorcan was there to guide their hands. Lorcan was there to force their hands if he had to. If Teddy didn’t see that, then he had to be blind. There was no way that he could just keep going on like this, at fucking twenty-six years old, and think that he was actually making any change as an employee in an endless bureaucracy. He scoffed at Teddy’s question, his arms coming up to fold over his chest as he shifted his weight back. “Talk. You want to talk about this?” Lorcan shook his head. “I’m done talking, especially to you.”