The rat in your brain turns the wheel connected to your guts

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate and Psiioniic
What| Moirails reunite after murderparty deluxe 
Where| D2 Commons, The Psiioniic's room
When| A week-ish after murderparty, after Katniss kills Initiate and he returns
Warnings/Notes| Initiate, who is the worst. Talk of death, murders, awful and etc. Language.

He waits for the Elevator to trudge along with a breathless, painful sort of hollowness. It's familiar and at the same time he's felt nothing like this ever before. He can't even think to be angry at his killer right now. Not yet anyway. He is under the surface of some ocean he has no name for. 

His hands haven't stopped shaking since he woke. The golden chain necklace is held so tightly in one, just short of crushing it. He'd woke up, with his eye back, his face healed, arms healed,  every stab and arrow wound healed, his hair grown long down his back again. Everything like it'd never happened, but by some motherfucking miracle, the goat necklace, Mituna's tribute token, had remained woven around his own. 

The doors open up and he steps onto the second district floor. He's been here plenty of times before, but with what happened in the arena, the stares could easily have been renewed. If they have he doesn't notice them. He forces himself down the hall, to Mituna's room, feeling both like he can't move fast enough and like he's going to fast altogether.

He really doesn't breathe as he opens the door. Any minute now that undertow is going to take him away.

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[xanthous]

He hasn't been back for very long - and that's not a fact that surprises him. He knows that he was in poor shape, but...Did that truly matter? He was like he had been before, like he had been for centuries. He could see his bones through his papery skin, and the marks left from his Helmsman post were as clear as they could be without the wires there. He felt weak and cold and like he was just a breath away from death, but he was alive again.

He spent most of his time, all of his time, in his room, watching the proceedings in the Arena, still. He wasn't surprised at the recap of his death, or by watching the aftermath. Of course that would be televised and repeated over and over again, and no matter how sick to his stomach he felt he could never look away.

He looks up when Kurloz enters the room, and for the first time since his final moments and resuscitation, he smiles. It's a small, sad smile, but most of all it is relieved. He shouldn't have worried he would leave, but seeing him there, across the room, soothes him more than he thought he would. "I...wath wondering when you would come back." And for the first time, he was actually sure someone would come back for him.