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pinnedwings) wrote2021-02-15 11:21 am
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pinnedwings) wrote2021-02-15 11:21 am
12 years old: learning to be a fighter; cw: physical abuse, verbal grooming, dissociating
Soubi looks away. He understands that he is different from Nagisa's zero units, but he is also keenly aware that he is without a name himself. Blank. Ritsu continually tells him that being blank is not a sign of deficiency, but potential.
"I understand," he says quietly. Ritsu is training him for a brilliant future. That's what he's been told, at least. He has a bright future. He will be a peerless fighter. He has unlimited potential.
"Let's continue. Hands against the wall."
Soubi stands automatically, looking at nothing as he unbuttons his shirt. He knows it will hurt. He knows that this is to make him stronger, better. And he knows that Ritsu does it because he cares. Because he believes in what Soubi can be. He knows that he is lucky to have this attention and care. He knows--
Hands against the wall and ears back, Soubi closes his eyes and clenches his jaw against the first lash. The first is always the worst. After that, he knows, he can separate himself. He can be beyond it or above it or--or something. He can be strong. And he can be silent. He won't let pain be a weakness. Like Ritsu says, it will be a sign that he is still alive.