Over and Over

[organ_pharming]

Who: Pharma, Ambulon
What: Marriage counseling Just a visit
When: Before trial and after Tarn contacting Pharma here: http://re-alignment.dreamwidth.org/184160.html?thread=20828256&posted=1#cmt20851040
Where: Liege's Temple
Warnings: The saddest leg of all

Pharma let his hand drop as the communicator shut off, left standing alone in a room that was suddenly too small and containing not enough exits. Without thinking, he shoved the door aside and walked briskly over the threshhold, not knowing exactly where he was headed, just that he wanted to be somewhere 'safe'.

Tarn was coming for him. The failure he thought he could live with. The humiliation he was slowly working past. The alienation of his former comrades he could accept.

But not if this was going to start all over again. New place, another time, same cycle of sin.

And now he was in a lab. The trip there is a blur, but he felt in control here. Pharma vented a long sigh and collapsed into a chair by the operating table.

"Perhaps this is the punishment for what I've done. Being forced to do it again.. over and over." It would explain the 'magical' teleportation to this strange place. He'd really died out there in the snow, from the plague or on impact. And now here he was- in the Pit.

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[organ_pharming]

The fact that Ambulon doesn't sound worried in the slightest makes Pharma's lip twitch. "He doesn't have to say it implicitly for me to know it will happen. It's just what he would do. You don't know him like- " The doctor pauses, refusing to finish with 'like I do'.

His warden's protests that he would be protected only make him shake his head. "The police here are too slow and ill-equipped. It seems the universe conspires to have me face this monster alone. Again."

Liege wasn't a bad suggestion though. So far the First Forged had given Pharma no reason to think he might abandon him in a time of need. That's why it was so important to be skilled- the better you were at something, the more you became irreplaceable in that particular task.

"...Speaking to Liege has some merit." Part of him was already tired of running. Part of him felt the weight of all his misdeeds and yearned to end it. It should have ended before he came here. Too bad the stronger part of him included an ego that refused to admit his wrong-doings and refused to deprive the world of a much needed medical genius such as himself.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Don't hate the player, hate the game, bro. Well, you'd probably say the same thing.

"Asking for Liege's protection is better than feeling sorry for yourself, I agree," Ambulon said, voice hard like sand paper around the edges, as usual. "If Liege cannot help you, maybe another Firstforged can. Like most of us, they deem murder as a crime and worthy of punishment." He paused, idly stroking his chin. Thought a moment before meeting Pharma's gaze again. "What about speaking with Tarn's Firstforged? I don't know who that is, or at least I can't recall, but if Liege can't stop him, then certainly Tarn's..."

Ambulon sighed, folding his arms. "But, again, there's only so much anyone can do. Tarn may have threatened you, but he's done nothing else. And while I'm sure that warrants protection and investigation from the police, I don't think the Firstforged would waste their time over what could be nothing. Even if I'm inclined to believe Tarn will eventually do... something. Though he's not done anything yet - you've had protection, but Drift and I... I doubt he's retiring, however."