Waking each time in pain and mentally drained, to see that face, strangely masked as it is, has always been a comfort. He doesn't know why it would always hurt, but the promise that it would end is there, and Donnie has no reason not to believe it.
It's taken some time to get used to the extra appendages, and he'd at first felt clumsy with them, not understanding why he couldn't get his legs to work the way he wanted them to, hating how his back would ache and wondering what he'd done wrong. But he's gotten better, stronger. Grusa had praised him for it, and he's clung to the attention, craving more from Grusa's hidden lips whenever something he does pleases them, pushing himself to do his best, especially when it comes to proving his fighting prowess with staff and his own limbs.
He hadn't liked having to go to sleep, especially in those times between such tests. That's when the nightmares would come, and there'd seem no end, but once he'd wake up, Donnie could never remember things very well, save for pain, for some deep-seated fear, and flashes of blue and vibrant orange.
To be told that the things of his nightmares are real... Well, Grusa has never lied to them, and while the fear of being sought and taken away is there, there too is anger and incredulity, for who would dare defy Grusa?
"They'll never get that far, Father. We'll teach them that nothing will separate us from you."
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Date: 2025-06-22 06:28 am (UTC)It's taken some time to get used to the extra appendages, and he'd at first felt clumsy with them, not understanding why he couldn't get his legs to work the way he wanted them to, hating how his back would ache and wondering what he'd done wrong. But he's gotten better, stronger. Grusa had praised him for it, and he's clung to the attention, craving more from Grusa's hidden lips whenever something he does pleases them, pushing himself to do his best, especially when it comes to proving his fighting prowess with staff and his own limbs.
He hadn't liked having to go to sleep, especially in those times between such tests. That's when the nightmares would come, and there'd seem no end, but once he'd wake up, Donnie could never remember things very well, save for pain, for some deep-seated fear, and flashes of blue and vibrant orange.
To be told that the things of his nightmares are real... Well, Grusa has never lied to them, and while the fear of being sought and taken away is there, there too is anger and incredulity, for who would dare defy Grusa?
"They'll never get that far, Father. We'll teach them that nothing will separate us from you."