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Tricking the Mind: Tyler

"Putting one's heads together is only worth the sum of both minds."

Seeing J-80 heal before his eyes had been undoubtedly calming to the buzzing feeling he had been experiencing since her taped 'procedure'. She walked so daintily on the tiled floor, every inch of skin seeming new and seamless, but delicate as paper. Her eyes on the other hand, were a pale, milky white, he could only stare as sightless and cloudy orbs shifted from side to side in her slightless sunken sockets, trying to observe her surroundings to no avail.

Every second he spent closer to her brought the color back into her eyes, though a great deal brighter than they had been in the Yard. Those once dull, gray irises had a healthy sunburst of amber to them now, like a splash of whiskey in a silver chalice. A pair of eyes they now shared, the seemingly singular connection in appearance that made them a pair.

He had thought quite a bit on this, looking at the other pairs and trios in the group as they filtered in with their assigned escorts. Each of them had so many comparable physical features; hair and skin colors, demeanor, body types... but J-80 and K-80 only shared a number and a matching pair of eyes. Though tall compared to many of the others, J-80 was not a bulky woman. Some musculature, sure, but nothing near his own hulking stature.

Why the old, fat doctor had paired them up besides their apparent... leadership qualities... It only gave him headaches to sort it out mentally.

K-80 had been the first to enter that room, and every misshapen and broken specimen that entered had begun healing within minutes of their exposure to him. But when their supposed 'matches' entered, their healing was nearly instantaneous. A few of the subjects had even ungracefully hugged upon entry, seeking out the cause for their well-being.

J-80 had been cautious. Wary.

According to the doe-eyed doctor, she had taken far too long to heal, at least when placed beside the other's progress. She had been left alone to heal, and it was easy to see from her empty eyes when she walked in that her strong will had cracked.

She had been a 'tuber' after all. To be stuck in that vat of goo for years, be allowed socialization for a day with the other subjects... then tortured and out right back into solitary...

He had been left alone for only a short time before he started to feel the pressure of loneliness, and he had still been in one piece that whole time.

He wondered if her worries had anything to do with his own at that time. They had a 'bond' so sayith the doctor, and he literally had a god-like healing power that had been structured to work best for her.

"You're a goner, aren't you?" J-80's voice brought K-80 out of his thoughts and into the now, where she had probably been sitting and staring at him for a few minutes now. There was that inquisitive look on her face again.

"I was thinking about our regenerative abilities. It's still a bit... fresh in here." He tapped his temple and furrowed his brows, putting a mental pin through his current train of thought as she focused her stare on the door.

"You're telling me." She seemed a bit less formal with K-80 than she had been the first time they had spoken in the Yard. But the unfocused look she sent to the doorway told him that she wasn't giving the conversation her full attention.

"Dr. Allen has ceased the cutting processes for the time being. For everyone. I think he found what he needed." He wanted to give her some sort of comfort, anything to relax that obviously churning storm that had found root in her mind. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained on the door for a while longer before returning to him.

"Good." Her short answers were driving him up a wall, he had to get something more from her.

"Now who's a goner?" He said, quirking his mouth up into what he perceived to be a smile. It wasn't as close as he may have thought, but the point had been made.