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pain_train) wrote2014-10-22 09:12 pm
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Day 154 | afternoon | action
"I'm glad you made it that way," she finally says, measuring out her words. "Because I know... I know someone steals my paintings. There was a red one. A sunset. I know I painted it. It was... Important." Though hell if she can remember why, now. "Whenever I'm in the hospital, they take all my stuff. And I never remember at first, when I get sent home, but I can remember now, kind of. I'm tired of... I'm tired of my shit just getting taken, you know? It's like they think I'll never realize it's gone. And maybe I shouldn't, I don't know. But it's like... It's like having a fucking stone in your boot, just rubbing the sharp edge into your ankle every time you take a step."
She frowns. "If they come for me, is there any way to make it so they can't take this? Or... shit I guess I shouldn't ask you and I shouldn't even be... fuck this is so confusing."
Day 154 | afternoon | action
"I do not know that there is a way to prevent someone from taking what is yours if you are under their power," he says slowly, aware that he's being watched and recorded even now. "But I do know two things. First, that their methods are not perfect. You would not be able to remember the sunset painting at all if they were. You must continue to think, to exercise your mind, and rebuild bridges that were burned. An imperfect recollection is a recollection nonetheless. And secondly, all data leaves a trace. When data is moved, there is a trail. When data is changed, there is a trail. In some cases, the absence of data itself is the strongest trail of all. What is recorded cannot be lost permanently, not if one is truly determined to regain it."
Which is somewhat abstract and may not make sense to her, not entirely, but if the seed is not planted it will never grow.
Day 154 | afternoon | action
"When I try to talk about these things, people think I'm crazy," she says quietly. "Whiskey used to, I think. I'm guessing. But it's in my chart as repeated head trauma. I think he believes me now, even if I don't know why. And North just believed me even though I know I sound crazier because I might as well be a fucking drug store right now." And Delta believes her too, maybe. She's so lucky to have not one but three people who don't think she's insane around.
All data leaves a trace. That's certainly something. And it is very abstract, but she can latch onto the idea that nothing is gone forever. She licks her lips. "Does that mean maybe if I had a different name once, it might still exist somewhere?"
Day 154 | afternoon | action
"In other words, yes, I would lay strong odds that if such a name existed once, it could be found again." After all, a very long time ago, he had once been called Alpha....
Day 154 | afternoon | action
Even when it's unpleasant or scary, she bets. Since those are the most important times.
She breathes out a little sigh. "Okay. I mean... I don't know if it does. But North seemed to think so. He was... upset." Normally, it just didn't occur to her to be bothered. Wrath was her name, and has always been. That particular doubt wasn't hers.
"Thank you for listening."
Day 154 | afternoon | action
He nods and reaches over to give her free hand a light pat. "You are welcome. I wish you a swift recovery."
Day 154 | afternoon | action
She twists her wrist enough--don't tell North!--that she can catch his fingers for a brief, warm squeeze. "Thank you, Delta."
She is so glad she got to meet him.
"I think it's only one more week on the rack and then my bones will be done regrowing."
Day 154 | afternoon | action
He looks pleased at the squeeze, though he stands up to go after. "Then I will see if I can stop by again before you are out to see your progress with the frame. I hope you will enjoy it."
Day 154 | afternoon | action
Well, he's probably busy. She should be grateful for the time he has given her, and she is. "I'd really like that. And you can show me your work too!"
Day 154 | afternoon | action
"I will bring a projector," he promises. "Good luck." And he turns to go.