she sighs a little, trying to not take that to heart. he's hurt, tired...he's been through a lot. the last thing he wants to do is spill his guts about why...he got his guts spilled.]
Cyan hair. Alright. Is his description already in Aegis' databanks? If not, I can start a file.
[she makes a soft sound, falling quiet for a beat.
gently squeezing his hand:] Don’t worry. I can get a record started, and when you’re further on the mend, we can add onto it. Make sure everyone is aware and safe.
Of course I can...! [she looks a little pained that he would apologize for something like that; she can understand better in hindsight.]
Here, don't move, let me...umh...here... [she just doesn't want to accidentally yank any tubes or chords here! but she slides out of her chair and scoots herself onto the edge of the bed beside him.]
[she settles, then, sat up so he can lean his head against her shoulder if he wishes, holding his hand in both of hers on lap.]
What would I do about what? About what happened? Or...
[truth be told, she doesn't have all the details. she knows it involves "absolute monsters" from his world, and that gives her an idea of the emotional weight -- as if one of the Grimleal had set foot here, honestly. but...]
In this situation. I can't think of anything that... feels right. I know I'll probably have to do something that I don't want to, as is being an adult, but...
I don't know. I don't like the idea of just-- accepting it as it is. That me an' Niko only had two weeks of pretendin' like we actually had some kind of familial shit goin' on before it all went to hell.
[she's quiet for a bit, thinking about it. she's not the wisest by a long shot, nor the cleverest or most articulate; perhaps the best she can do is feel sympathy for him. she knows how it feels to have something so good crumble to dust in her hands.]
...It wasn't pretend if you have it, even for a little while. It's still real.
I will. I just don't want him to see me acting like a stupid, selfish jackass. It's bad enough I'll need to tell him I was hospitalized. I can't see him in this mood.
Not right now, of course. You don't have to do everything all at once, right now, when you're still recovering. If you did, you'd feel like you were only doing half as well as you could, not burdened by injury.
What a bitter-tasting medicine of my own making! [he says with a smirk, giving lucina a little nudge.] I'll try and write a proper report for the Aegis files when I'm feelin' a little better.
I know you will. I doubt anyone would need remind you. You can suffer that later, while you must suffer what little amusement you can get here in this room. [she squeezes his hand again.]
Luckily, if you need a courier, I've got time to spare seeking out creature comforts to sneak in here.
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That's what got me into this mess. Not talking about things.
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Alright. If it won’t hurt to talk about it right now...
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...I still don't want to talk about it. Ugh. Keep an eye out for a guy with cyan hair, aye? He's staying low. He shot me and Crobat.
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she sighs a little, trying to not take that to heart. he's hurt, tired...he's been through a lot. the last thing he wants to do is spill his guts about why...he got his guts spilled.]
Cyan hair. Alright. Is his description already in Aegis' databanks? If not, I can start a file.
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[he looks away, embarrassed.]
...I didn't bother. I thought I could deal with him myself.
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gently squeezing his hand:] Don’t worry. I can get a record started, and when you’re further on the mend, we can add onto it. Make sure everyone is aware and safe.
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Don't go after him. He doesn't have any special powers, but people aren't always dangerous because they can punch through a wall.
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[she can't say she doesn't want to chase him down, get him off the streets after this. but...with how badly things went with Guzma...]
So long as...no other report comes in of him doing harm to others...
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...He's a Rocket. They're all monsters. No exceptions.
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Lucina doesn't press on it, though; he's in enough discomfort -- she didn't come to add to it.]
...I'll make note of it.
Is there anything else I should know, besides that? Your Pokemon are tended to. Anyone who needs to be checked on in your stead?
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[he leans back with a sigh.] So that's good, I guess. Didn't get fired for bein' a stupid shithead, either.
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[he sighs, leans over towards her a little.]
Sorry. Can you stay a bit longer?
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Here, don't move, let me...umh...here... [she just doesn't want to accidentally yank any tubes or chords here! but she slides out of her chair and scoots herself onto the edge of the bed beside him.]
Is this alright? Or--
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besides, there's still something he's genuinely curious about;] What would you do?
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What would I do about what? About what happened? Or...
[truth be told, she doesn't have all the details. she knows it involves "absolute monsters" from his world, and that gives her an idea of the emotional weight -- as if one of the Grimleal had set foot here, honestly. but...]
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I don't know. I don't like the idea of just-- accepting it as it is. That me an' Niko only had two weeks of pretendin' like we actually had some kind of familial shit goin' on before it all went to hell.
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...It wasn't pretend if you have it, even for a little while. It's still real.
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I know-- logically. I know. This fucking place really does give you some abandonment issues though, huh?
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hahaa...yyy...yeah...
she tilts her head to rest against the top of his.]
I think... You should talk to the boy. Niko. He has as much a stake as you.
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...Shouldn't see anyone like this...
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[pot-aware pot comforting kettle.]
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Luckily, if you need a courier, I've got time to spare seeking out creature comforts to sneak in here.
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[he shrugs a shoulder, squeezing back.] 'Sides, right now it's mostly just, ah... sleeping. A lot.
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