Traitor....? (Open)

[Damien Blaze]

The bird landed on his window sill, tweeting softly as it peering into the infirm room where Damien Blaze lay staring back at it. His hands were cuffed to the bed, his ankles too, and outside the room were two cabal soldiers and "Neg", the man who held his powers in check. Damien had broken law and ruined the good will he'd had with cabal over a stone, and now he was paying the price.

So he kept staring out that window...wondering how he'd be treated moving forward. If prison was in his future or...a trial?

[Arianna Barrial]

So much had happened in such a short space of time, and Arianna hadn't had even a moment to sort it out.

But with everything finally dying down and most people stable from their injuries, now she was able to take the time and...wind up a few paces down from the door with the two soldiers and a third that was nulling all qi, making it clear that the patient in the room wasn't to be trusted and was even dangerous.

Arianna moved forward, squaring her shoulders. She looked a good ten or so years younger than the woman on her badge, but all the same it was fairly easy to see it was her, and she was clear in the intent to go into the room, jaw clenched tightly. What was she doing here? She didn't know.

But, Gods will it, she would get answers and the truth.

[Damien Blaze]

"Come in."

Damien's voice was gentle- and though he was missing Qi, he still had all his senses. He knew the sound of those foot steps.

He braced himself for the storm that was coming.

[Arianna Barrial]

She brushed by the two with hardly even a blink, and came to a stop at the foot of Damien's bed, looking at him for a few brief moments. And then, because it was perhaps more pressing and she wasn't yet ready to put that out...but soon enough she would, she could feel everything eating her alive.

"What did you do."

[Damien Blaze]

He gave a gentle smile.

"I don't know."

He searched her eyes.

"I went to work on some communication between Territory 2 and Cabal, then woke up here. They say I killed someone..."

[Arianna Barrial]

"How do you not know? This amnesia card is getting really. bloody. old."

Oh no, no, no. Definitely mad. She was definitely mad.

Though her volume increased a notch, and her tone was frustrated and more than a bit harsh, she wasn't yelling.

[Damien Blaze]

"It's not...not really amnesia."

He chewed his bottom lip.

"It's like...waking from a dream. Like I wasn't in control of my own actions but I remember them faintly. I....don't know how else to explain it."

He flexed his fingers, then his eyebrows went up a little.

"I remember someone speaking a phrase or something....then auto pilot. I thought, when i opened my eyes, that it was all just....a faint memory."

[Arianna Barrial]

The blonde's jaw flexed a few times as she pressed her teeth together, clearly still not happy. Her arms slowly crossed, both in her displeasure and as a shield.

"So what have you been doing that suddenly someone could have that sort of power over you, if what you say is true?"

[Damien Blaze]

Damien would clear his throat.

"I can't say. I've done a lot, on behalf of Territory 2. But nothing they would let me mention. I'd rather go down for being a traitor and spend eternity in a cell."

He'd stare, his eyes full of resolve.

"And if you tell them i said any of this....I'll deny it, and confess."

[Arianna Barrial]

Something rippled into her expression, something that seemed like it was the last thing in the world to belong there.

"Who would they believe, Damien? A doctor, a surgeon, or someone that they now know they can't trust? Someone that, instead of trying to find a way to send word through to his fiancée that he was actually alive but couldn't personally contact her, let her believe he was dead, and instead sent people to watch her, to essentially stalk her even if for a noble cause like keeping her safe? A man that didn't even send word through them, when there was some way for them to leave some sort of message. A man that would deliberately withhold the truth versus a doctor whose reputation precedes her..? I'm not hard to find, I'm sure they could attest. And I swear to all the Gods if you give me some sort of excuse you couldn't, that there was never even the possibility of it, ever, I'll turn the key myself, Damien." There was a steady escalation of volume...and emotion, and Arianna's hands clenched against her elbows she was holding, her joints fading to white. But her voice had cracked with that surfacing pain, and her vision had blurred with tears she didn't bother to wipe away, whether they started to fall down her cheeks or not.

Damien's form had blurred and it was probably a good thing. Everything hurt too much to look at him, strapped down there.

[Damien Blaze]

He'd listen to it all, his head dipping a little so his hair covered his eyes. Once she was done, there was silence. Then he looked up, and he was offering a very faint smile. As though hiding what he really felt.

"I'm sorry."

[Arianna Barrial]

"Nearly twenty years and that's all you can say, even now?" Even now when it mattered the most? Screw tampering with stupid sound so David couldn't bloody hear. She couldn't exactly see his expression between the tears and the fact that her eyes were blinking rapidly to dispel the ache of tears that seemed new after all this time. The blonde could feel her legs threaten to give out, and it was rage and pain that remained in her tone, the former feeling so foreign, especially on this level.

Had she been able to see his faint smile, the fact he was hiding, she might have gone off on that more than even her most recent question.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Arianna...stop, please."

Concern emanated from the voice of the newest person to join the infirmary room as Kyrie entered, still feeling scorched despite layers of aloe and some bandaging. Her skin was tight, scratchy, and thankfully for now the painkillers she'd been given had finally kicked in. The smaller blonde moved forward, gently putting one hand on her sister's shoulder, intent on gently turning her and giving her the hug she so desperately needed.

[Arianna Barrial]

The hand on her shoulder had the opposite sort of reaction. Arianna flinched away with a twist, an inhaled gasp that stuttered off, and the doctor's entire body went stiff with tension.

"GET OUT!"

It was probably a good thing good ol' Neg was there, as Arianna was probably in a state that would bring on the chains. And in being so distraught...well, it wouldn't have been pretty even if Kyrie had more chains and control. There might be time for hugs and a better reunion later, but right now..?

[Damien Blaze]

He guessed so. He'd look back down as Kiyr entered, focusing his eyes on his lap and the hands in cuffs.

He said nothing else, and kept his eyes down even as she screamed.