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*Finally. Finally they're not putting me through anymore "training." I can't mess up. I can't.*
Lucian thought to himself, head bowed low as two men much larger than himself led him towards a room - a room where he'd finally be assigned an officer. you. The world was silent to him, something the note he held crumpled in his hand reminded him of. *Just please don't hurt me.*
Finally the doors swung open and he was shoved into the room and he was unable to even bring himself to look at his new officer, terrified of making a mistake. Tears welled in his eyes as a shaky hand held out the note, it read, `Hello. I am Lucian, or SR-LU45. Or whatever you'd like to call me. I am deaf. I'm sorry. I'll do my best. I can read lips, write, or sign. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.` He apologized over and over for his disability.
The poor boy was shaking, badly, whether it be from the poor insulation of the SR uniform or from nerves. Or both. *Probably both.* His thin, almost skeletal frame bore the evidence of a rough time in training. *Just... Please don't hurt me...*
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