[quote=@Eviledd1984]
Nicholas then proceeded to tell her about him being brainwashed by his father to attack Wayne,Pheobe and his mother,Then he told her that his father was planning to use him to kill Wayne and his mother.He finished talking his eyes looking down at the ground in a little bit of shame even though it was not his fault.
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Devika found herself having to sit, partway through Nick's story. She was stunned, that a parent could do something so horrific to his own flesh and blood. By the time Nick was done recounting the morning's events, she was nearly crying. It was taking all of her will and training not to do so, because if she cried, everyone else within a ten foot radius would too. Taking slow, deep breaths to keep herself level, she reached out and touched Nick's face.

"Don't do that, Nick. Don't you dare. That wasn't your fault, you know. That... that man has no right to refer to himself as your father. Parents, real parents... they love you, and protect you, and they're there no matter what. No matter if they're yours in blood or just in heart." She pulled her hand away, trying to separate Nick's shame from her own. She really needed to call her parents...
 
[quote=@knight125]
Hearing the commotion, John zeros in on Kijani's location and runs to her side. He partially powers up and as thick, white tendrils start to cover his arms, tentacles shoot out to harmlessly restrain Kijani's limbs. "Shhh, calm down Princess. Everything's gonna be just fine. Your boyfriend is still here, and I'm here to help you recover."

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John's restraint would have been a good plan for almost anyone else. Unfortunately for him, Kijani, and the rest of the room, being restrained threw Kijani into a state of survival mode. Her eyes, which were glazed and not-quite in reality, fixed on John. All the paper that was chaotically flying around the room turned course and went straight for John. Sheets drove into his skin, razor-sharp and thin, shredding at his tentacles. Kijani was screaming with incoherent rage, kicking, fighting, and crying. In her mind, she was in the lab, eleven years old and desperate to not get tied down again, not get hurt again.