That he didn’t have humanity; didn’t mean he didn’t feel; he still had likes, humors, he was friendly and didn’t like assholes; thought racist jokes were funny; sex was amazing; though he could be unempathetic; making dark jokes, he still had closeness with people.
When he was given a stupid little teddy bear; an old doctor bear covered in patches over its white coat, and body; after one of his ‘operations’; the euphemism for a tortuous medical experiments they subjected him too; he clung to it as any child. He could see the single kindness he’d been given.
They made sure to wipe Flad I’s memory when they made Flad II; after that the experiments stopped; he was given an education; graduated at 10; and had a PHD by 14; when he was 18 they were done with him; and he took his teddy, games, mangas, and music player, and mattress, and his few clothes, and his sword in a 20 year old van he bought himself and traveled across the border to America.
The Lunette fillup station/grocery was the only place that didn’t consider his ID fake; with his platinum skin and hair; he didn’t know at the time that this was because someone lived there who was just like him.
He drove over; a couple of borders; saw some cool stuff along the bannon sea states; he wouldn’t tell anyone; but he was scared; he’d never been alone before; or outside the watchful eye of Nebula. He clung to his teddy like when he was a kid; living in his van; and sometimes cried himself to sleep listening to music.
He didn’t sleep with teddy anymore like Aob with his plushies; keeping teddy in a drawer in his apartment and now in his backpack; so the cat couldn’t get him; brought out only when he was scared.
Worn down, fading, ripped; he was elated when Aob offered to fix teddy; feeling more warmth for the strange boy watching him hand sew teddy back together; more than even for the friends he’d made in lunette. He was all stupid toothy grins and longing to be with Aob.
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