He grits his teeth, the line of his jaw turning white; his own frustration boils within him, not because he wants to fight her but because he can't help. It's like she doesn't even hear him anymore. But the irony of that isn't lost on him, so how could it possibly be unclear to her?
Harsh silence stretches out between them until Omega finally moves again. It's likely a terrible idea but this time he's taking the risk; two steps bring him closer to Blue, almost close enough for her to strike him without even leaving her seat, but he drops down to one knee and holds out his hand to her. But not to reach.
He's showing her his wrist, where a thick scar encircles almost the whole thing; the other wrist has one nearly identical. "They thought I'd stop pulling if they made the cuffs tighter." He pulls up his sleeve; faint rows of very old friction burns run all the way up to the elbow. "When they tried binding my arms behind my back. Didn't last long, after I dislocated a shoulder they decided they didn't want to risk that kind of damage."
These scars are all familiar to her. She's learned his entire body a hundred times over... even left a few of her own as souvenirs, the only ones he treasures. But he doesn't talk about them. There's never been a reason. They both knew how cruel InGen could be and Omega has always cared far less about damage to his body than he does about the sheer act of trying to enslave him. There's no way Blue doesn't understand that. She's just forgotten how to fight it.
Omega tilts back his head, where the pale lines across his neck form imperfect rings around it, a few inches apart. "Collars worked for a while." He pulls his shirt down, where another faded burn sits at the base of his throat. "One time, they left the shock on. 'Accidentally.' Not enough to drop me -- just pain."
There are plenty more. Scars he's given himself at InGen's expense, others they'd given him themselves in the effort to keep him from creating more. They never got it exactly right, but they kept improving. She was put on her ass by years of innovation meant specifically to contain the most unruly prisoner they've ever had.
"You were in chains built for me, Blue. It takes half of what they dosed you with to take down my brothers, but all it did up until those last few days was make you sick." He finally sits back heavily, drawing his knees up and resting both arms across them as sharp blue eyes fix on her, unwavering. "You saw what I was when we met. But you didn't tell me I was stupid or careless or broken. You told everyone that it wasn't my fault, and you let me be angry, and the only reason my hatred didn't kill me is because of you."
He swallows, unable to bite his tongue, too desperate to make her listen; but then he sighs heavily and falls back to the floor, letting one knee drop and closing his eyes against the sunlight. Too bright.
"I guess I'm weak, though," he mutters to the ceiling. "Because I'm loyal to you no matter what."
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Harsh silence stretches out between them until Omega finally moves again. It's likely a terrible idea but this time he's taking the risk; two steps bring him closer to Blue, almost close enough for her to strike him without even leaving her seat, but he drops down to one knee and holds out his hand to her. But not to reach.
He's showing her his wrist, where a thick scar encircles almost the whole thing; the other wrist has one nearly identical. "They thought I'd stop pulling if they made the cuffs tighter." He pulls up his sleeve; faint rows of very old friction burns run all the way up to the elbow. "When they tried binding my arms behind my back. Didn't last long, after I dislocated a shoulder they decided they didn't want to risk that kind of damage."
These scars are all familiar to her. She's learned his entire body a hundred times over... even left a few of her own as souvenirs, the only ones he treasures. But he doesn't talk about them. There's never been a reason. They both knew how cruel InGen could be and Omega has always cared far less about damage to his body than he does about the sheer act of trying to enslave him. There's no way Blue doesn't understand that. She's just forgotten how to fight it.
Omega tilts back his head, where the pale lines across his neck form imperfect rings around it, a few inches apart. "Collars worked for a while." He pulls his shirt down, where another faded burn sits at the base of his throat. "One time, they left the shock on. 'Accidentally.' Not enough to drop me -- just pain."
There are plenty more. Scars he's given himself at InGen's expense, others they'd given him themselves in the effort to keep him from creating more. They never got it exactly right, but they kept improving. She was put on her ass by years of innovation meant specifically to contain the most unruly prisoner they've ever had.
"You were in chains built for me, Blue. It takes half of what they dosed you with to take down my brothers, but all it did up until those last few days was make you sick." He finally sits back heavily, drawing his knees up and resting both arms across them as sharp blue eyes fix on her, unwavering. "You saw what I was when we met. But you didn't tell me I was stupid or careless or broken. You told everyone that it wasn't my fault, and you let me be angry, and the only reason my hatred didn't kill me is because of you."
He swallows, unable to bite his tongue, too desperate to make her listen; but then he sighs heavily and falls back to the floor, letting one knee drop and closing his eyes against the sunlight. Too bright.
"I guess I'm weak, though," he mutters to the ceiling. "Because I'm loyal to you no matter what."