Undorn: The Middle

Part Twelve

Part Twelve

Bones, The Region of Orrosta

Location: The Castle Suite

Orgon hadn't looked at him yet.

The two were in the Castle Suite. Bones was standing by the door, albeit a bit awkwardly, while Orgon stared into the vast nothingness of the wall above his desk, chewing on his nails. Bones had been on his way to celebrate Maxin's birthday when Orgon grabbed his elbow and dragged him into his suite. He hadn't given a word explanation.

Bones cleared his throat. The action seemed to remind Orgon he had a visitor. He stood up straighter and took a deep breath in, letting his fingers fall to his sides.

When he spoke, he chose each word deliberately. "I am worried I am going to forget."

Bones kept himself still. He had no idea what Orgon was talking about, but if Orgon was asking him for advice, that meant it was DEFCON 5. So Bones kept still, kept his voice even. "Forget?"

Orgon was still staring straight ahead when he answered. "I'm going to the Fort, if Beo didn't tell you. To be an informant there, for the Resistance. I'll come back. Once a month, hopefully."

Bones, for once in his life, had no sarcastic remark or snarky retort for Orgon. "Wow," was the only response that he could think of. Orgon nodded. "And you're worried you're going to forget." It was more of a question, but Bones wanted Orgon to keep unraveling, so he went for the act like you understand approach.

Orgon's chest heaved with an exhale. He sat back onto the bed, the white comforter billowing around him. "I'm worried that when I get to the Fort, I'm going to forget. Forget all of this." Bones had never heard Orgon whisper. Right now, he was whispering. "I'm worried I'm going to forget how happy Maxin makes me every day." He paused, allowing his voice to grow louder. "I'm worried I'm going to forget Scarlett's witty comebacks and the faces she makes when she lands a punch. I'm worried I'm going to forget Orwell's stupid optimism, and just how much I believe in Biondi to lead. I'm even worried I'm going to forget your Indiana death glares." At that, he finally looked over at Bones, snorting. He let his eyes fall down to his lap quickly. "I just don't want to forget."

Despite how shocked Bones was that he was the one Orgon chose to divulge all this to (Biondi had been standing right next to him when Orgon attacked), Bones swallowed the urge to point out the absurdity of the current exchange. Because quite clearly, what was really going on, was that Orgon didn't know if he was ever going to return to the compound at all.

And quite frankly, Bones wasn't so sure Orgon would either. But he was damn well going to try his hardest to make sure he did.

"Orgon, I'm going to be honest with you." The man in question looked up at Bones, blinking rapidly as if he were a child eager to learn from his teacher. "I don't think you'll ever forget this. Or us." Bones took a step toward him. "Did you even hear yourself, just now? How could you forget? This place, our time here, our team... It's special. We both know that. We may be orchestrating an anti-Resistance resistance, and hey, maybe your mom is just as much a murderous tyrant as your father, but through it all, we've had each other. We've had these moments, these memories, and that's what keeps us together every day. We may not all agree on what our nation needs right now, and hell, we've barely even talked about what's going to happen at the end of this. But all I know is I couldn't ask for a better group of strangers to be stuck with. To be changing the world with. And hey, maybe that's just the orphan in me, but I've gotta think you feel it too. Don't you?"