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orangehoodie) wrote2014-02-11 07:29 pm
orangehoodie) wrote2014-02-11 07:29 pm
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[He is stuck on the ground with a girl on top of him. Oy vey. He lets Nemesis disappear, pushing himself up so he's at least sitting up even with Nadia still on him.]
I told you it wasn't gonna...
... [He puts a hand on her back, though really he's just kind of placing his hand over her hair.]
I said it wasn't gonna hurt me.
Nadia, can you listen to me?
I said it wasn't gonna hurt me.
Nadia, can you listen to me?
[He stays sitting, and he just looks at her quietly.]
Her name is Nemesis. Right now, with the Evoker and just a word or two, I can kill someone or save their life if they're hurt. I can kill the electricity of this entire city, if I hit the right place. If I use this wrong, and hurt anybody with it, I'm a monster.
I remember my old self trying to kill someone.
But I'm still... me. I've had Nemesis since before I talked to you, but I'm still me, aren't I? You're not gonna change, either. It'll be okay.
No matter what your dad thinks, or what anyone says, we're not... freaks. We're not.
[She doesn't think she's able to think of Ken as a freak. He's her friend and he has been so kind and helpful to her, to think of him as anything but Ken is impossible.]My father is a powerful man. I did not tell him who you were, just that a classmate was also numbered. My father is powerful, and if he hears that you are numbered, I am afraid... I am afraid he might try to cause something bad for all of us. Because he thinks we are strange and we might not be human, and we might be contagious...
No matter what, no matter what echoes you have, or powers or memories, you are my friend. So please, always remember that you are not a monster.
You're not, either.
You don't have to protect me -- I'll protect myself because I don't want to ruin my dad's life.
[He shakes his head. Even if he's not a monster, he still can't shake off the feeling that he's nothing good.]
If your dad tries to do something, tell me. We're friends, right? You don't have to do anything alone.
[It's starting to sink in why she's so scared now and he feels horrible for it. The Evoker's already dropped, and his hands are half raised, unsure what to do. He fucked up? He wants to comfort her, but how does he do it?]
... What is it?
... What is it?
[He doesn't know how to answer that. In all honestly, he can't make that promise. He doesn't know. He thinks that if Nadia, or Matt, or his dad and his dad's girlfriend were to get into danger, he wouldn't hesitate to help. Even if that got him hurt by another snake, crushed by a building, or shot like Shinjiro Aragaki or Owen, he wouldn't stop. He couldn't bear the thought of letting something like that happen, of losing them.
But in a moment like this, even if it were a lie, shouldn't he promise? She was crying, after all.]
I can try.
But in a moment like this, even if it were a lie, shouldn't he promise? She was crying, after all.]
I can try.
I'm not gonna die. No matter what, you won't hear about me dead because of this.
... I promise?
I came here to make sure you were okay and... what am I doing anymore?
I came here to make sure you were okay and... what am I doing anymore?
[He will nod and get to his feet, tugging her up with him. And he'll grab the blanket and wrap it around her again, picking up his Evoker and putting it away. Then he'll hold out his hand.]
Let's go to my place. It's safer there.
Let's go to my place. It's safer there.
Dad's never home before nine. He won't mind.
I promise. You won't.
[He will hold her hand firmly, embarrassment forgotten, and will walk her home. It's not a long walk, just a little longer than it took him to get to Nia's house because he isn't running this time.
In any other situation he'd say something as he lets her inside ("it's not much, it's kind of empty, i didn't get the chance to clean it today"), but he's quiet about it as he leads her to the couch in the living room and lets her sit.]
Do you want something to drink?
[He will hold her hand firmly, embarrassment forgotten, and will walk her home. It's not a long walk, just a little longer than it took him to get to Nia's house because he isn't running this time.
In any other situation he'd say something as he lets her inside ("it's not much, it's kind of empty, i didn't get the chance to clean it today"), but he's quiet about it as he leads her to the couch in the living room and lets her sit.]
Do you want something to drink?
... I'm sorry I scared you.
[He is. He feels terrible. His eyes are averted and he stays standing, hands hanging at his sides awkwardly. He should've known. He should've thought it through. Of course it would scare her. It scared him when Owen got shot. She didn't know it wasn't real.
He stands frozen where he is because every nerve in his body wants to run into his room but he can't just leave her here.]
[He is. He feels terrible. His eyes are averted and he stays standing, hands hanging at his sides awkwardly. He should've known. He should've thought it through. Of course it would scare her. It scared him when Owen got shot. She didn't know it wasn't real.
He stands frozen where he is because every nerve in his body wants to run into his room but he can't just leave her here.]
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