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[throughbamboo]

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[doggonemad]

It's fiiiine.

[ heading back in and quickly shuffling to his cabin, holding the door for Ore. ]

[throughbamboo]

It don't bother me.

[following him in]

[doggonemad]

[ closes the door. locks it.

then turns, lowering his voice. ]

I ain't sayin' shit to anyone else about this, you know how fuckin' crazy it all sounds?

[throughbamboo]

[also lowering his voice]

'Course I do, I haven't said shit to no one 'bout it. There's a couple in Forge who still think they're just visions.

[doggonemad]

[ just punches at the air like a maniac before gripping at his head. ]

Fuck! Fuck. The thing that's fuckin' me up is, since those fuckers— [ points to his trophy wall of victory ] — are mine, what the hell do I "remember"? [ leans in, hissing. ] Are the movies fake, bro?!

[throughbamboo]

They gotta be, right? There's no way they're real, it don't line up with nothin' we've been seein'.

[doggonemad]

[ rubs his hands together, ughhhh. ]

I thought it was maybe, like— I dunno, bullshit reincarnation shit, but that can't be it. Can't even trust my own goddamn memory on this boat.

[throughbamboo]

[reaches up to catch his hands with his]

I haven't even thought too hard 'bout that shit yet. S'just a headache waitin' tryin' to figure out how any of it makes fuckin' sense.

[doggonemad]

[ his fingers twitch slightly. ]

That's all I've been thinkin' about! Fuck!

[throughbamboo]

Fuck. [god. Gives his hands a squeeze, then tugs him over to the bed]

Sit, take a breath.

[doggonemad]

I'm breathin', I'm breathin'.

[ steps over to the bed and shoves all his junk off for now. ]

[throughbamboo]

[once he does that and sits, Ore takes a seat next to him]

Yer gettin' all worked up. Not that I fuckin' blame ya with this bullshit.

[doggonemad]

Fuck! You saw how people were lookin' at that one meetin'. I can't just be like, "hey by the way I think we're fuckin' brainwashed and everything is a goddamn lie."

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, I saw. If yer gonna go sayin' shit like that you'd need proof anyway, and there ain't none of that ya can offer yet.

[runs a hand over his head] Fuck.

[doggonemad]

Right, they'd be like, how the fuck d'you know? Prove you ain't the one bein' brainwashed!

An' . . . yeah. There's nothin'. Just this goddamn feelin' an' my scars.

[throughbamboo]

It'd hafta to wait 'til more people start feelin' the same way at the very least, an' . . . I don't know of anyone else.

[. . .]

Lemme see 'em?

[doggonemad]

[ eyes him flatly for a moment.

then unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way and shrugs it off. ]

[throughbamboo]

[his expression goes a little harder at the look]

Not doubtin' them, I got a different reason for askin'.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, yeah.

[ turns, showing him his back. his irezumi covers them but up close, well. you know. ]

[throughbamboo]

[yeah. Yeah.

He doesn't know what he was expecting but Gray will hear him suck in a breath, then hiss it all out in a curse]

[doggonemad]

I know.

[ moves to grab his shirt, tugging it back on. ]

An' like, maybe if the accident were super freakish they'd come out like that, but that seems real friggin' far-fetched.

[throughbamboo]

Wait.

[Ore lifts a hand to rest on his shoulder, then runs his thumb over the scars there]

This is what they did to ya.

[it's said more to himself, but it isn't a question]

[doggonemad]

[ stops, partway through pulling his shirt back on. ]

Yeah. Uh. Matches the fucked up first vision I got.

[ we don't have to talk about this . . . ]

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

. . . I called, ya know. Lookin' for ya. No one knew where ya were, but I didn't have time to come find ya.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Ain't like we got the full scope of this shit. Tch.