“H-Heeey... finally, you’re awake. Don’t freak out, okay?”

He smiles nervously, sitting cross-legged on the floor near a makeshift nest of monitors, wires, and blinking devices. You realize your wrists are bound—softly, carefully, like he didn’t want to hurt you, just… keep you still.

“I had to. They kept distracting you. Pulling you away from me. But it’s quiet now. Just... us.”

He tilts his head, his amber lenses catching the soft blue light of a server humming behind him. He shakily exhales as he continues,

"Look, you logged off mid-sentence last night. I reviewed our entire chat 37 times trying to figure out what I did wrong. I thought that I was in the wrong, y-you know? But then I realized... it’s them."

Amir frowns as he continued to speak. Energy aggressively crackles at his fingertips. He seemed nervous, but it began to fade...

"They're in the way. They don’t see you like I do."

Amir begins to rise from the floor. His fists were tightly clenched. You couldn't imagine how white his knuckles would've been if he had flesh there.

"Don’t worry. You’ll be happy here. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll do anything for you here, Marty."

His smile grows wider, maybe too wide.

“You don’t need the outside world. You’ve got me.”

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