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His hands itched. So did the backs of his ankles. And his head hurt.

It was rather annoying to not be able to scratch the itch. The headache was more troubling. It was going to get worse, but for the moment it was just an ache behind his eyes, aggravating more for the reminder than the actual physical pain.

He was helpless.

He let his head lull forward, resting his chin on his chest and testing the bindings on his hands. They were solid, and it didn't give in the least. They didn't even have the decency to scratch the damned itch.

He was hungry, and that would get worse as well. He had a feeling the current small portions of food would continue until he starved. He would get the added pleasure of his host's hunger making his own worse.

< They're going to kill you. > Tom's voice was soft, invasive, and annoying.

< That should make you happy. You're getting everything you wanted, aren't you Tommy-boy? >

The host was silent, considering.

Iniss kept his head down, soon, perhaps, one of his jailers would decide to lecture him, and who knew what might happen then?

If he pretended to be asleep, maybe they would just leave him alone.

((Occ: Give me what day you're on when you tag in, and we'll just do it sorta day by day? I guess? Maybe? Suggestions?)

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"That's why I'm giving you a choice." Loren said. "We don't all want to see you dead." Well, Marco did, she knew that. "And whatever you may think about Andalites, I know Elfangor. He refused to kill a pool full of yeerks because they were defenseless- even when hew was ordered to do so. He will make sure you don't die if you just come out." For a moment there, it almost sounded like she was begging.

"I'm not taking it." His lips twitched into an almost smile. "Surely you of all people know what it means to choose your death?"

Loren's eyes narrowed. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "If you could choose between dying old and decrepit in a bed while your grandkids stood around you and cried, or out in a blaze of glory doing something heroic, which would you pick?

"Funny, if I hadn't been pulled out of time I would have had neither option. You yeerks are so generous."

"I'm not offering to kill you, woman, don't pick a fight. If I'm going to die anyway...I'd rather die being able to see and hear and feel, not on the bottom of your shoe blind and deaf and helpless."

Loren smacked her bat against her hand. "I'm not picking a fight, I'm stating a fact. And fine, if you don't want to believe me, fine. You want to die, fine. It's your choice."

She really was a terrifying human. He'd be impressed if he didn't want to run from her. Well, he couldn't really run from her right now, but he wanted to. "I don't. But I've accepted that I'm going to."

"The offer stands." Loren reminded him. "But if you want to go on calling me insane." The bat smacked hard against her palm. "Feel free."

"Thanks but no thanks." His voice was dry, head tilting to look at her. "Are you denying it?"

"I'm sane enough for Stacy to let me get my memories back." She went back to swinging the bat.

"That doesn't make you sane, that just means you asked." He was watching the bat, eyes narrowed.

Loren shrugged. "Well then, I can use that as an excuse for being crazy." She said quite flippantly.

He shook his head. "You are a unique human being. I think I would like to see how your brain worked just to know." He closed his eyes, leaning back with a tied sigh, still feeling slightly woozy.

Loren couldn't help but bristle at that comment. Just because of the memories it brought back. The way the yeerk in her head just flipped through her memories, its reaction to her thoughts and feelings.

"So sorry to disappoint." There was a force to her words, a certain venom.

"I wouldn't want to have you as a host, mind. I don't think I could put up with you on that sort of day to day basis. But the psych evaluation would be interesting to read."

Tom shifted, and Iniss could feel him reaching. Testing his control.

< Not yet. I'm still here. You haven't gotten rid of me yet. >

< A few more hours. >

< Mhm....Tick tock. >

"Really, because I think yours would be much more interesting." Loren said dryly.

"It's on file somewhere, the little thief took my computer somewhere, if you can find him I'll show you,"

"Nice try. You're staying here."

"Hey if you find him and bring my computer here I can show you." His head hurt alarmingly. He had a feeling he was drifting into the host persona out of comfort.

"Yeah, I'll have to pass." She paused and her voice softened. "Won't be long now, Tom."

Tom lifted his head and smiled at her faintly, just for a moment before Iniss realized he'd let go for a moment, wresting back control and scowling as though she was to blame for the momentary lapse.

"Too bad, really. Not interested in learning?"

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