Co-Written with TheEternalJester (who has written a fic here in the Warframe archives, go check him out, he's really damn good)

~Pyro

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Chapter Four: Something Strange, Something Glowing (Or, The Time Stalker Finally Realises He's Male)

"But… but… the voices…"

Stalker wasn't quite sure what he was looking at, nor if he believed it. Vor was currently talking to one of the Corpus 'assistants', who was trying to get Vor to take some medicine. That wasn't the strangest thing that was with this scene, as Vor's upper half was connected to his lower half by a glowing light.

"Come on, Vor. What did I tell you about the voices?" The Corpus crewman said, his name being Jark, judging by the nametag, giving Vor a disappointed look evident even with the helmet on.

"But… They're so… nice. They make so much sense!" Vor whined to the crewman.

"Huh. Reminds me of indoctrination." one other crewman said thoughtfully as he walked past with a crate of spent energy plates.

"Please, Vor. The voices are there to hurt you and others." Jark said. He held the cup out with a glass of water for Vor to take.

"Like the Tenno did?" Vor asked, taking the cup and glass.

"Worse. Much worse." Jark replied. Vor gave a scared look, taking the medicine and drinking the glass. "It will help, believe me. Soon, you can go back to working with your mothers."

Vor gave a cheerful look, walking away from Jark, his eyes to the ground.

Stalker actually stepped aside as Vor went past him. I have to get out of this place… there are Tenno to kill, Tenno to die and hurt as they have hurt him I must-

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and very nearly tried to decapitate Jark with his squeaky Fragor. "Don't." Jark told him, as if he could read minds. "Believe it or not you've already killed the ones responsible for this iteration of Vor's pain."

Stalker didn't believe him.

"If you want to talk to them, I believe it was a- wait, no, don't go talk to them," Jark amended. "You're the reason they're here. They can't even look at anyone funny without worrying that you'll show up and try to kill them!"

Stalker held his squeaky Fragor close, something foreign twingeing at the back of his mind. He had a horrible suspicion that it was guilt. "Okay…" he rasped, hoping to hide what little emotion he had behind his smoke and whispers.

Jark nodded. "Good. Now get to the mess hall, it's taco night!"

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