Alright, I edited the previous four chapters. We're approaching the end of what I had written down when I started, only two more chapters left after this. I don't really have anything else to say, except for please review!
When the twins were two, Integra came to me to request that I undergo a mild form of the binding placed on my master. It had not been unexpected; she had been considering the procedure ever since her sons' birth. I knew that mistrust was not the motive. Rather, it was a fretful mother's desire to have the security of knowing that my aid would be at the disposal of herself, John, and the twins on a moment's notice. In essence, it was the telepathic connection that she sought rather than the binding itself.
It did not even cross my mind to refuse her request, despite knowing how painful the process would be. More important than the pain, I knew how significant this was to Integra, knew the comfort and peace of mind that it would bring her.
When the binding process began, I instantly felt a searing pain rip through my body. If I had not been secured to a table, my thrashings would have most likely killed at least one of the researchers standing around me, observing and recording the event.
After mere seconds which seemed to last an eternity, the pain ceased as quickly as it had begun.
Integra released me after ensuring that I was no longer a danger to the humans around me and stepped back. I looked down at my now gloved hands, feelings of sorrow and nostalgia sweeping all other thoughts from my mind as I recognized the symbols that were seared through the white fabric and into the flesh of the back of my hand. I felt somehow closer to my master while simultaneously reminded of the impossible distance that separated us.
The blood tears that fell from my eyes to stain the gloves red were interpreted as induced by pain, and Integra rushed forward in order to comfort me, a worried look in her eyes. Although certainly not physical, pain was perhaps not so incorrect a descriptor of what I felt then.