pc catchall for damian.

[successives]

[shitpost incoming.]

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[bittybat]

[Honestly, he should have stayed in the isolation cabin. It IS called the isolation cabin. But he was too desperate to come see what had transpired, what to be disappointed just like the rest of the camp.

The inhale sounds almost like a hiccup, and he hates it.]

No... It won't... stop.

[successives]

...So somebody used their power on you.

[A sigh.]

Any guesses as to who?

[bittybat]

Don't..

[He has to pause to try to let the uneasy wail begin to rise in his throat before he clamps it out. He's quiet for a long time after, until he thinks he can speak again without it slipping out.]

Don't know... I stayed in the cabin... on the outskirts.

[successives]

On the outskirts - wait, you mean the one with the jail cell in it? Damian, why?

[She glances down at him, puzzled.]

[bittybat]

I wanted to--

[He stops, holds his breath. In his head, he counts to five. Tries to focus on other things. How many walls of the stall. The feeling of his heart. The sound of his breathing.]

...I wanted to... see what would happen.

[successives]

[After a moment:]

...Did you have a reason to think something was going to happen in there?

[bittybat]

Not entirely.

[Again, he's quiet. There's a sob, but it's low and faint.]

It was--out of place. The jail was suspicious.

[successives]

...Bring somebody with you next time. Jason or Percy wouldn't mind.

[bittybat]

No.

[Oh, dammit. He bursts into tears again.] If--something happened-- [He curses under his breath when the tears don't stop.]

Why?!

[successives]

...If you want us to trust you, you're going to have to start trusting us at some point, you know.

[bittybat]

[He makes a face. It looks like he might start sobbing again, but no. It's just his sour face.]

It isn't... about trust. It's about danger.

[successives]

So what you're saying is that you think nobody but you is capable.

[Maybe today isn't the right day to push this, but.]

[bittybat]

I'm--

[He shoots her a glare, but yeah, he just

ends up bursting into tears again.]

[successives]

[After a sigh, even though it is definitely not his fault he's dealing with this:]

Fine. Whatever. We can talk about it later.

[bittybat]

[He grits his teeth, so now it just looks like he's angrily crying. He waves a hand at her, dismissive and shooing.]

I don't know... what happened, I was unconscious. This... place disgusts me.

[successives]

...Yeah, well. You and me both, kid.

[After a second:]

To the being disgusted part, not the unconscious part, though I guess that's there too.