“No, what matters is that the rock spider is dead,” Syx half snarled, eyes closed tight, using prison slang for pedophile. He took a shuddering breath. Blue skin. Its what he’d always wanted to see and he’d killed it. Smashed the egg. He couldn’t have keep it. Not that monster’s child. But… but… if it had been a baby… if…. he sobbed softly, curling against Harrison as the guilt washed through him again.
“Oh honey,” Harrison gasped, wrapping his arms around Syx and drawing him into a tight embrace. He hadn’t heard that particular term in a very very long time, and instantly he knew. This wasn’t about the egg. It was about what had created it. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He’d known men like that in his childhood in prison, but he’d been lucky. If any of those men had so much as looked at him, they got a beat down from one of his prison uncles while the warden looked the other way. He had access to all sorts of things that were forbidden in gen pop and it hadn’t been hard to sneak the right guy a shiv. They left him alone after that.
“Honey, honey, honey,” he said softly, stroking the back of Syx’s head. He can feel the guilt coming off the other man in waves, but he’s not sure why. Had Syx killed him for what he’d done? Harrison was remarkably okay with that. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes I did!” Syx hissed back, “I smashed it. My… my egg. I killed it,” that image had haunted him worse then the dead monster. Was the reason more then anything that he’d turned the shiv on himself. His Uncles had found ways to deal with the rapist guard once they’d uncovered who’d caused their precious blue boy so much pain. But the damage had already been done.
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