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Current Date: March 31, 2058
Character: Faustus Slunce
Race: Human – Meta – Telepathy
Age: 96, physically about 26
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Managing to overcome the bitter beast has been a struggle. A struggle that has been happening for more than a year at this point and there have been days when Faustus is so exhausted from that battle that all he wants to do is sleep. Those days are rare, and he hates them with a passion but progress comes at a price; something he’s learned along the way.
The first step was the hardest. Deciding which of the head docs that he would speak to—if speaking happened at all, to begin with, but Faustus knew that he couldn’t keep to his mind-voice forever. Though it was useful, he still only ever spoke to Zion and he knew he couldn’t keep on living his life this way. There are days when the bitter beast compared him to a wild animal and it smarted. Their past aside, Faust was no animal, and even less so a wild one.
Lucky was the one who made the most sense. There was a sort of connection of gifts between them and on the days when Faustus couldn’t find the spoken words for what he needed to utter, he could turn to the mental ones and with Lucky, the potential of memory walks, even if possibly somewhat dangerous, could happen.
Each session he went to was with Zion, he couldn’t fathom going on his own. The ability to begin to form words wouldn’t even find him, he was certain of this. With Zion at his side, it is easier and yet, on certain subjects, it is inevitably harder. This is where the bitter beast shows itself most often and it usually is on those days that when they return home, exhaustion claims him and yet, he only manages to sleep with Zion next to him.
The sessions happen once a month, just enough for a sort of routine for him to not get rusty with this familiarity he finds himself discovering with Lucky, but still with sessions far enough apart that they do not grate on him and render him even more bitter.
The beast is fighting a losing battle but there are days when Faust feels weak to its venom. He refuses to let it take hold; he refuses to let it blame him for things that have happened, things that were out of his control. He has spent enough time letting it blame him that he’s done with this part of his life.
This whole thing is far from done and, while on certain days he worries that Zion might think it is all too much, Faustus knows better. He knows that this is just the beast trying to find holes to crawl back into, holes that would lead it back to the places it has been exorcised from. There is no returning to the spots that have been cleansed.
On the mornings of the session, Faustus allows himself a little while longer in bed. Unless they need to get up to use the bathroom, he’ll wrap himself around Zion, his nose to whatever spot of skin is closest and he’ll close his eye, soaking in the familiarity of the man who keeps his sanity where it belongs. The man who keeps his heart beating a steady rhythm. The main reason why he’s taken the necessary steps to enter this particular battle.
Lucky has been patient with him so far as well, it helps. He never pushes for answers when it is clear that Faustus finds himself at a loss as to what words are supposed to come out at that point. It has been so many long years spent speaking with voiced words with no others than Zion that he still struggles but he knows he’s come a long way.
During the first session or two, he wouldn’t even look at the other man; he wouldn’t even look at what was near them, at what surrounded him. A scene of absolute peace. Only during the third or fourth session—something that he has a hard time recalling—did Faustus actually stop to take in the setting. A slight room, but with comfortable seating and walls as every house can have. Walls that can be modified through the computer to show whatever it is that might be desired.
One of the things Faustus does remember filling in before that first session was keywords on things that helped keep him calm. It took him forever, or so it felt, and Zion’s help to list a few things and, as it turned out, the room had been set up in such a way that it did help soothe his nerves. It wasn’t always enough, depending on the subject, but it helped and while he’s still not fully comfortable with going, he no longer struggles with the idea.
Little steps. Hard steps, but steps that will get him to his destination. It will just take a bit of time.