We refused, in the end. But... I do not know that it mattered - in that in our escape, we had to leap from a tower into the ocean. He was with us, when we tried to surface, but we were pulled back down, and...
[ his voice, steady and calm - breaaks a little at the end, there, and he stops, mouth drawn into a wobbly line, and sucks in a breath. ] ... And then we were here.
[ the urge to hug him again is very, very strong. god. even if these... other life missions were illusions, or isolated even if real, an experience like that beyond harrowing. ]
[ some, but he doesn't want to worry chrono too much, so that's enough for now. he smiles a little as he agrees, tired, a little apologetic. ]
There was a true monster there, as well. Some sort of creature with eight legs and many heads - but that was not our quarry, according to the staff we met.
[ no just the child, because people are racist and awful actually ]
So you escaped it rather than being able to kill it...?
[ nope, okay, he's hugging him again. gentle as ever, tucking his head against taair's, sighing. he can't do anything else except listen and be here. ]
[ it's hard to tell. but, honestly, that nice gentle hug is really nice - it's a tether to reality, too, a tether past strange hallucinations and the dead faces he sees when he closes his eyes, and he tucks a little against chrono, still very cold and seeking the warmth. ]
... or... perhaps it was just a cruel and prejudiced place. I do not know.
[ rest be damned, he's going to hold taair for as long as it feels right to do so. if he can be a tether, let him; if he can be a source of warmth, he'll be it. he'll take a seat on the edge of the bed and let taair lean into him as needed, thoughts swimming with worry. ]
I'm sorry you were forced to face that. Cruelty seems to just be neverending here, like there's always new ways to show it.
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We refused, in the end. But... I do not know that it mattered - in that in our escape, we had to leap from a tower into the ocean. He was with us, when we tried to surface, but we were pulled back down, and...
[ his voice, steady and calm - breaaks a little at the end, there, and he stops, mouth drawn into a wobbly line, and sucks in a breath. ] ... And then we were here.
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...your injuries?
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[ some, but he doesn't want to worry chrono too much, so that's enough for now. he smiles a little as he agrees, tired, a little apologetic. ]
There was a true monster there, as well. Some sort of creature with eight legs and many heads - but that was not our quarry, according to the staff we met.
[ no just the child, because people are racist and awful actually ]
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[ nope, okay, he's hugging him again. gentle as ever, tucking his head against taair's, sighing. he can't do anything else except listen and be here. ]
Sounds like you were set up from the start.
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[ it's hard to tell. but, honestly, that nice gentle hug is really nice - it's a tether to reality, too, a tether past strange hallucinations and the dead faces he sees when he closes his eyes, and he tucks a little against chrono, still very cold and seeking the warmth. ]
... or... perhaps it was just a cruel and prejudiced place. I do not know.
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I'm sorry you were forced to face that. Cruelty seems to just be neverending here, like there's always new ways to show it.