Brainiac 5 flinched as Luxord's fingers dug into his shoulder and the heartless man continued speaking in a soft, dangerous voice. He wasn't going to rise to that bait, however. Luxord knew that he wasn't going to be able to simply forget him or what happened easily. There was something more to this.
The older man laughed and let go of him, circling his chair and coming into sight. Brainiac 5 resisted the urge to massage his shoulder, not wanting to give the other the satisfaction. He supposed in one way he was lucky that Luxord hadn't grabbed his injured shoulder, though more likely than not it was simply because he didn't want to inadvertently bring a nurse over to disrupt them. Unfortunately for him, none of them were close enough that he felt he could get their attention without making it obvious he was signalling for help. He'd simply have to deal with this on his own.
Luxord paused in his circling, and Brainiac 5 tensed up again, not sure what to expect, but the other man simply continued pacing and talking. Celes? Confusion flickered over his features for a moment before he recalled why the name was familiar. The woman Luxord had been meeting with, the one he'd tried to establish contact with. One of two people he'd tried to find some way to warn, though Luxord apparently didn't know that part. Except apparently his notes to Celes had been intercepted.
Which meant it was most likely Luxord who had been responsible for that. This was a bad situation. He couldn't explain his interest as anything else, so his only other option was to agree to the other's demands or maybe...
Luxord stopped again, and before Brainiac 5 had a chance to do or say anything, he produced five cards from his sleeve and had them dancing in an intricate pattern between his hands.
He couldn't help it, the mere sight of those cards in Luxord's hands and his whole body tensed up again, trembling in fear, his eyes widening and a noise that he was ashamed to admit might be a faint whimper dying in his throat. It was like he was back in that hallway again, helpless to save Clark's life again, and having to watch him die again...
"Don't--!" A shudder shook him and he jerked back in his wheelchair and buried his face in his hands, anything rather than look at those cards right now. "...what else do you want from me?" he asked quietly, hoping more than anything that Luxord would just leave him alone now.
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The older man laughed and let go of him, circling his chair and coming into sight. Brainiac 5 resisted the urge to massage his shoulder, not wanting to give the other the satisfaction. He supposed in one way he was lucky that Luxord hadn't grabbed his injured shoulder, though more likely than not it was simply because he didn't want to inadvertently bring a nurse over to disrupt them. Unfortunately for him, none of them were close enough that he felt he could get their attention without making it obvious he was signalling for help. He'd simply have to deal with this on his own.
Luxord paused in his circling, and Brainiac 5 tensed up again, not sure what to expect, but the other man simply continued pacing and talking. Celes? Confusion flickered over his features for a moment before he recalled why the name was familiar. The woman Luxord had been meeting with, the one he'd tried to establish contact with. One of two people he'd tried to find some way to warn, though Luxord apparently didn't know that part. Except apparently his notes to Celes had been intercepted.
Which meant it was most likely Luxord who had been responsible for that. This was a bad situation. He couldn't explain his interest as anything else, so his only other option was to agree to the other's demands or maybe...
Luxord stopped again, and before Brainiac 5 had a chance to do or say anything, he produced five cards from his sleeve and had them dancing in an intricate pattern between his hands.
He couldn't help it, the mere sight of those cards in Luxord's hands and his whole body tensed up again, trembling in fear, his eyes widening and a noise that he was ashamed to admit might be a faint whimper dying in his throat. It was like he was back in that hallway again, helpless to save Clark's life again, and having to watch him die again...
"Don't--!" A shudder shook him and he jerked back in his wheelchair and buried his face in his hands, anything rather than look at those cards right now. "...what else do you want from me?" he asked quietly, hoping more than anything that Luxord would just leave him alone now.