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Piper led the pair, shoulders stiff, through the Academy in search of an empty classroom. Aaron was right beside her and she desperately wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and draw strength from him... but she couldn't.
She passed the still destroyed section of the hall, from Nova's blasts, and entered the next undamaged classroom. By the time she made it there, she was shaking.
Turning to face the two, she kept her face as neutral as she could manage, waiting.
"Don't stand on our account, have a seat if it helps."
He wasn't an idiot, he'd seen the shaking as she came into the room. This wouldn't be easy for her, anything he could do to make her a little more comfortable might help. If she sat down, he would take another seat next to her, and wave Rhett over to sit nearby.
Part of him wanted to ask why there was a big chunk of hallway blown to pieces, outside, but this really didn't seem like the time.
"I don't have one," she said, voice barely above a whisper.
Sighing, she shifted from foot to foot. "I mean, I have how to get to him figured out. But nothing further. I have an address and a date... I was supposed to meet him there. So we use me as bait, you guys take me down, and then take him down."
"We need more than that. I'm not just throwing you out as meat for the wolf and hoping we can catch him, leaving it to chance."
He pauses, steeling himself for what's bound to be a nasty question.
"Sorry I have to ask this, but if this has any chance in hell of working, without you or anyone else getting hurt too badly, we need to know everything you know about him. His powers, weapons, fighting style, habits, hell, how many nose hairs he has, every single thing you can remember about the bastard that could help us take him down."
"I've spoken with Taner Cross. I don't know the other person... Enya?" She glanced to Rhett, first, then shook her head. "Plus, I'd rather not know the plan, once it's made. If he asks, I won't be able to lie."
Then, she looked to Aaron, back at Rhett, and settled her gaze on Aaron. "Thats... you realize I spent YEARS with him, right? That's not a short list."
"I know, but we're going to need to know exactly what we have to work with."
He tries to relax his posture, let a little warmth into his face, come off as less severe. "I wouldn't ask so abruptly, but given the circumstances, you know? Though maybe we should get the whole team together before talking about that."
"I don't want to hear the plan," she repeated, "I don't want to know anything." Her voice was steel as she fought back the pain. She didn't want to do this. It terrified her.
She sighed, then, and took that seat that had been offered earlier. She was shaking.
"There's something about him. Once you give yourself to him completely, you can't deny him. You can't lie, you can't hide things. He knows. He takes your identity... You aren't a person, anymore. You don't feel like anything, anymore... He takes everything from you through pain... That's one of his biggest tools."
There. That was relevant. "He causes pain easily. He could touch this one and it would hurt."
Aaron sits next to her, slowly, and subtly offers his hand if she wants it. He's not going to alarm her by just taking her hand. He knew what he was asking her to relive, he wouldn't have dared do it if it weren't so important.
"Did you see him do that with anybody else? Cause pain with just a touch?"
She put both of her hands against her head, the memories flooding over her. The details were overwhelming and they made her feel sick. Her shaking got worse as she thought about all.
Fingers curled into fists and she tried to become a ball, shaking her head. "No. Only on... this one... and only after the blade..."
Her words were strained. She wanted to be able to think about something, anything, else.
Oh shit. What had he done? He;s out of the seat again in a blur, trying to position himself so Piper can see him; if she'll let him, he'll take one of her hands, keeping his voice low, soothing, trying to bring her out of this.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm sorry. Forget it. I'm right here, nothing like that's going to happen again. Look at me."
No idea what to do, so he's saying what comes off the top of his head, whatever can get her attention. He'd thought this would be a good idea, but knowing the story like he did, what the hell had he been thinking?
"No," she whispered, curling even tighter. Aaron wanted to touch her, but touch terrified her. She shuddered and pressed her knuckles into her temples, trying to focus through the memories.
"Ask," she nearly demanded. "Just. Keep. Asking." Her teeth were clenched, every word forced through. She wasn't going to stop just because she could feel his knife against her skin, or hear his voice in her ear.
"Okay... I'm right here though, all right? Just focus on me."
Sorry Rhett, he doesn't mean to snub you. He looks her right in the eye, not staring, not commanding, just trying to hold her gaze and let her see him. "If you want me to stop, just say and I will. Did you ever see him fight anybody? Demonstrate metahuman powers other than his immortality?"
Aside from the might-or-might-not-be-mind control.
"Immortality..." she said softly. She knew it, logically, but she hadn't ever witnessed him die. She shook her head, but a face came into her mind.
She shuddered. "Purity." She looked up, then. "Purity, the one before Justice." Justice being Piper. "She... She worshipped him, just as this... no... I..." She shook her head.
"Purity worshipped him. She trusted him. Completely. She was blind to everything. She hated th--me. She hated me when he wasn't around, but he expected us to get along... We hated each other, but the moment he walked up, we didnt. We..."
No. That was irrelevant. Don't talk about what he made them do.
"She had control over water. He... drowned her... and she let him."
If he can directly control minds, vs. inducting people into his depraved cult of the self, this whole thing is a non-starter. They'd be butchered like sheep the moment they met him. He keeps the worry off his face as best he can, trying to focus on the now; if he looked like he was panicking, she might too.
"I don't want to ask this one, but could he control people like that instantly? Like, as soon as he met someone, could he make them do what he wanted them to do, or was that 'worship' something he had to build?"
He feels dirty even asking this. Since he's still doing his best to hold her gaze, she'd see the guilt in his eyes.
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"People worshipped him the moment they saw him," she said softly. "He used that... that awe... People who just met him could lie to him, but they might not want to. I... spent so long with him... I can't lie to him."
She shuddered again, memories invading her vision and making it difficult for her to concentrate. She nearly gagged at the smell that touched her nose, the smell of death and agony.
"He didn't make them do things. He made them want to do it."