07-03-2014, 09:53 PM
The Chancellor quickly faded at Elias' last question, the question that had been in the forefront of his mind. What reduced a man of such standing to trembling? His desire to know pulsed almost as brightly as the power in his grasp did.
"I..."
the man hesitated, starting to shake. Tony gripped his shoulder firmly. "I don't know."
Tony frowned as the Chancellor slumped in his grasp, now trembling so hard Tony had to steady him.
"You don't know?"
His tone was incredulously harsh.
"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."
The answer was repeated over and over like a charm. Tony's face turned black, but resisted the urge to torture the information out of the man.
They had a lead. If it had broken the Chancellor, perhaps it was wise to leave well enough alone until they found this 'other' team. Tony spoke before Elias, with his considerably darker temperament decided to do anything rash. "We won't learn anything more from him."
His tone was firm and left no opening for debate.
On the heels of that he started to weave, against his better judgement but befitting his soured mood. "This,"
he said as the complex weave took form around the Chancellor's brain. "I should never have remembered."
His tone turned soft in reminiscence, his own patches of missing memory and blighted sickness invading his mind. "I am not sure if it was even meant to be learned, or a product of failure."
As the wave touched the Chancellor, Tony placed a gag of air between the man's open mouth before the screaming began. Tears dripped down his cheeks as Tony continued. "It hurt as much and more when I was subjected to it,"
he provided in the interlude, as much to say something as it was to enlighten Elias.
Then...the weave rippled and his control slipped. The soundless screams were cut eeirely short and Tony reluctantly removed the gag. The Chancellor looked at him in confusion and not the slightest spark of his former sharpness. Tony grimaced as he surveyed the disaster of his failure.
"I had hoped..."
his voice faded. It was pointless. The moment he had begun the weave was the moment he had decided, and it was not one he regretted. They needed it far too much to regret. "That... is a weave to remove memory. Not to fog or make someone forget - but completely remove - cut like a slice of brain from the body. This,"
he gestured to the expressionless Chancellor. "is the price of failure."
He took a moment to look at the Chancellor one last time before turning his back on the scene. "His mind is destroyed. He won't be able to speak, much less remember our visit. Come, let's go. We have a lead."
"I..."
the man hesitated, starting to shake. Tony gripped his shoulder firmly. "I don't know."
Tony frowned as the Chancellor slumped in his grasp, now trembling so hard Tony had to steady him.
"You don't know?"
His tone was incredulously harsh.
"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."
The answer was repeated over and over like a charm. Tony's face turned black, but resisted the urge to torture the information out of the man.
They had a lead. If it had broken the Chancellor, perhaps it was wise to leave well enough alone until they found this 'other' team. Tony spoke before Elias, with his considerably darker temperament decided to do anything rash. "We won't learn anything more from him."
His tone was firm and left no opening for debate.
On the heels of that he started to weave, against his better judgement but befitting his soured mood. "This,"
he said as the complex weave took form around the Chancellor's brain. "I should never have remembered."
His tone turned soft in reminiscence, his own patches of missing memory and blighted sickness invading his mind. "I am not sure if it was even meant to be learned, or a product of failure."
As the wave touched the Chancellor, Tony placed a gag of air between the man's open mouth before the screaming began. Tears dripped down his cheeks as Tony continued. "It hurt as much and more when I was subjected to it,"
he provided in the interlude, as much to say something as it was to enlighten Elias.
Then...the weave rippled and his control slipped. The soundless screams were cut eeirely short and Tony reluctantly removed the gag. The Chancellor looked at him in confusion and not the slightest spark of his former sharpness. Tony grimaced as he surveyed the disaster of his failure.
"I had hoped..."
his voice faded. It was pointless. The moment he had begun the weave was the moment he had decided, and it was not one he regretted. They needed it far too much to regret. "That... is a weave to remove memory. Not to fog or make someone forget - but completely remove - cut like a slice of brain from the body. This,"
he gestured to the expressionless Chancellor. "is the price of failure."
He took a moment to look at the Chancellor one last time before turning his back on the scene. "His mind is destroyed. He won't be able to speak, much less remember our visit. Come, let's go. We have a lead."