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[restitui]

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[restitui]

You're fourteen-ish maybe and newly adopted. You know your parents didn't super want two children and the only reason they took you in was because of the Blessing they'd discovered.

At first it's distant, emotionless, but polite procedurals and your desperated to find some positive note in their minds. There is none, so when your father asks you to get into the car with an idea for you it doesn't cross your mind to think it might be something more than a trip. He calls it a business meeting, you take it as a good sign.

What transpires is different - in a way, you could call it an initiation into the Disorder's more nefarious side.

You're led into a building and down a long hallway. Halfway down you can already feel the pain - it intensifies when you're brought into a room. Half the wall is a glass window, the kind used in police offices where you can see in and they can't see out. It's an obvious torture room.

You're told the person on the other side won't give up information and they need you to help. Of course, you start and balk and want to get out of the room but your "father's" hand remains on your shoulder and he says if you get the information they want quickly then it'll be over soon. Really, you're helping them -

You don't feel like you're helping them and you can't exactly focus on anything really with the intensity of the emotion that comes from the other side - some of it pain, some of it determination and resilience. The thoughts scattered in crawling disarray and you know you're crying by the time you get the answer they want.

But your mind and heart is screaming and the mild pride that comes off your "father" is eclipsed by the annoyance that it took you this long and before you can think properly you sprint out of the room to the closest bathroom.