Wednesday, October 18, 2088, 2:21 pm
"Blais, please acknowledge the question."
Blais is pulled back from the comfort of his imagination by Spade's questions. "No." He says to her blankly. She nods and writes some notes down in her notebook before throwing another question. "Have you been feeling strange emotions? Maybe an intense feeling of anguish?"
"No," He says again, emotionless.
Don't tell her I'm here.
There wasn't a moment where the bird wasn't in his mind, every second was shared with the both of them Blais and at this point he was used to the common interruptions and commands. As long as he was able to have full control of his body he would be fine that's what he would say to himself late at night.
She signs "Blais, try to give me more than one-word answers," She looks to the door and the camera stationed at the right corner of the room. A little red light flashes showing its on. "If not, you know what comes after."
It's never something she says as a threat but a friendly reminder of what what will happen if he were to upset a particular person in his situation.
Blais lost his rights as a person a long time ago. Though the exact time he came here is impossible to find out, being at least three stories below the surface makes all of your senses blind.Blais Holds his neck with a shaky hand "Hurts" he whispers. Spade's face twists into sadness. She grabs a small flashlight and tells him to open his mouth. As she looks down his throat she holds in a gasp. Yesterday the Doctor wanted to know how much damage Blais could take from the inside. Dr.Spade didn't know the exact things the Doctor had done but she had overheard that he was forced to drink gasoline then hold a match in his mouth. And by the looks of it.. that had been done. Blood and blisters were covering every centimeter of his mouth.
"Maybe you should write down your responses for the next few days." She held in what she wanted to say and do.
For the past three months, Blais hadn't been the same person, every time he would do something it looked like he had to take a moment to ask himself if he could. He seems to be spacing out as if there needed to be a second opinion on every move. Spade had noticed this but she hoped the others wouldn't.
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