No Fire to Speak Of

Well this has certainly been an interesting few days.  Let’s address them as they relate to my charge as I’m not here to play a recapping service.

First off, Nightscream is alive. 926 was very happy to hear this news. I’m not sure what his obsession is with that one but he was positively chipper when he found out.

He was also rather pleased with the news that ‘Joseph’ wasn’t put to death. That one actually concerns me though. I’ve never seen him act quite like this and I don’t know what it means.

And there’s Elaine’s dead. This one can be summed up in his own words:
“Sweet.”
(On a personal note:
I would have found the news far more painful myself but I already knew it was going to happen. In the short time we knew each other we read each other like a book. It was haunting really.)

I’d address the rather concerning issue of Redlight but Duckie doesn’t actually seem to know who Redlight is.
So in his own words:
“I'm gonna have to file this one under don't care.”

My, that was a lot to cover. It’s concerning those were all events from the same 48 hour period.

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Concern over current events aside, I’ve heard a fair few words of concern over 926’s behavior as of late. I believe It’s finally time I address what I’ve recently been able to discern to be the root of his issues.

You see, there is nothing quite as unpredictable as a man without a purpose and that’s just what Subject 926 is. He is a man without purpose. A state rather unfortunately inflicted upon him by those who manage him.

He wasn’t always this way. To this day if you ask him why he does what he does he’ll tell you, “I act in service of the Master.” Then he’ll punch you on the same fucking spot on the arm that he slugs you every single fucking time for being stupid. That shit fucking hurts. Focus. Umm… where was I?

Right.
He’ll tell you that. But if you had asked him a little over 2 and a half years ago he would have said it like he meant it. But his faith in his actions has been shaken to its very core.

You see poor Duckie never got the luxury of knowing he was doing Fathers will, never once. In fact, he can apparently count the amount of time he has spent with Father on both hands… in seconds. According to him, in that time father has never spoken to him or thought at him or whatever it is Father does. So being the loyal proxy Duckie was, he had to assume that whatever orders he was getting from the Bureaucracy were Fathers will.

But life is never so simple. It took a little while but at some point Duckie realized he wasn’t serving Father so much as he was serving the personal agendas of his handlers. Details get fuzzy from there. I’m certain both Duckie and those overseeing exactly what information I’m allowed to get out of his files are holding something back. But somehow, that distrust translated into him cutting down proxy and runner alike in a desperate effort to do what he perceived at the time “Had to be Master’s will.”

Eventually Father put him down and, much to my dismay, picked him back up.

Now the poor lunatic stands without a reason.  Here’s a little excerpt from a conversation we had so you can gauge for yourselves how concerning an issue this really is:

“You know… sometimes I wish I was just a hollow. You know?”

“I thought you hated hollows. No fire to speak of, as you say.”

“Ya, but at least as a soulless husk I would know for sure that I was serving the Master. No more worries, no more doubts. Hell, no more anything…”

“What about your little cult thingy? The flame cannot be oppressed and all that jazz.”

“Control does me a fat lot of good when I can’t do the things I want to do with it.”

Concerning right?
Fracture out.