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He had tried to fight it. Fight against what his father had wanted. He didn't want to break the mirror. He didn't want to give up his secrets.

But his father was exceptionally good at what he did.

He had held out for a while.

But then the pain had just gotten to him. And then there was only pain. Pain that stopped long enough for him not to get desenstized before starting again. It became everything he ever knew and he would do anything to make it stop.

A little while after that it did stop. He didn't know who he was anymore. There was no Theodred. No thief prince. No Jade Crusader. Just a shivering naked lump with a bloody hand.

A man had come and dressed him whispering that everything was done for his benifit and that everything would be alright now. Now that he was back to normal. He didn't know what that meant. He didn't trust the voice, as soothing as it was. It brought back memories of pain.

And then he had found himself somewhere... and people had found him. Said that they knew him. But they wouldn't tell him who he was. Who "Theo" was. They just told him to try and remember.

But there wasn't anything to remember.

Just the pain.