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Warmth.
The Korblox Administration does not know the meaning of warmth, the inphernals will take this statement literally and go 'Of course there is no warmth here in Blackrock?Did your intelligence die in the snow?'.
It's such a simple mindset, Subspace feels envious, to be able to look at the world with such a simple-minded outlook. He could scoff, because he knows better, he's yearned for warmth, and so do the others. Inphernals are social beings afterall.
He can't remember when he's last had warmth, whether literally with the cold or metaphorically.
Praise was hard to come. The Korblox Administration rarely ever expressed that privilege to anyone, yet he was given that.
He was such a naive newspawn, yet the ache that is left in his heart, to hear at least even a little bit of enthusiam from the higher ups, a compliment or two maybe. The rest of Blackrock never was able to achieve that warmth, BUT HE WAS ABLE TO, SO HE MUST BE SPECIAL.
Yet as the time passed, the higher ups haven't given him that treatment. His head is gaining a migraine as to what changed.
And he remembers. Warmth was oh so green afterall, others might say otherwise, but they never knew him.
If you ask Subspace if he misses Medkit, he would decline, yet his mannerisms would say otherwise.
He remembers when he got paired with Medkit, born around the same time as newspawns, immediately paired together by the higher ups with two other inphernals. They were assigned to some task to study some crystals found in the Blackrock mines. When they were able to make a resource of out of it, there was warmth.
Then that warmth turned into something completely heart aching, an unachievable heat, a scorch of anger.
Subspace was on the ground, blood on his hands, blood leaking out of something from his face, he couldn't quite tell, his vision blurred and that the green warmth was gone, and now all that he sees is an obstructing red.
Nothing was the same since then.
Because the same reddish-pink has decided to invade his face. He claws at them, and all he gets is this disgusting feeling of rot. So, he covers it up. Afterall, no one wants to see the consequences of wanting warmth after all.
Subspace busies himself, to fill a void in his heart. He made the greatest inventions of Blackrock, the biografts, the crystals, a skinsuit and so much more for the Korblox Administration and yet. AND YET.
They won't look at him.
They look at him with so much disgust, maybe even indifference if he's lucky, but he knows they're disgusted, the tone they give him, it reeks of it. So he innovated, made a biograft all for him. It's blue, way too blue, but right then, green was the color of betrayal, not of lost of the privilege of warmth.
Because in the all consuming everwinter that is Blackrock, never had been familiar of the shade of green, all was an apathetic shade of white that will consume you in its void. Green was of course the color of danger after all, yet it too was supposed to be the color of safety.
And yet Subspace never thought to bother the evergreen warmth that was Medkit. That gear he bores, the gun. If it was shot at him, would he be a dead man or a saved man? Thoughts like this are impossibe to stop, but the concrete grey walls scream at him that caring about others, is against the Korblox's very nature.
All to conclude that warmth only causes you harm, yet he yearns for it, without knowing so.
Because if he were to even directly admit to it. It becomes an admission of weakness.
And weakness is what kills the genius, it's too early in his career to make such uncalculated mistakes, after all. Blackrock strives for perfection, and he needs to be perfection.
It does not matter that may be. He'll be Blackrock's savior and he can be Medkit's worst enemy.
He was no villain, just a calculated man.
Subspace lost himself to the cold, and whether it is because the warmth has gone pass, doesn't matter. He'll achieve his own, with or without that evergreen promise.
He just needs to bring back that evergreen warmth back to the chilling embrace of Blackrock's oppressingly cold walls, shelter him again, use him for his genius, use him to gain praise. Afterall, he yearns for the evergreen warmth, and to him.
He needs that warmth to remember that it doesn't deserve the mercy the winter has given him.