He gave a small nod as she confirmed what he already knew about July. There was no one there, hadn't been for over a decade, now. The other cities, though, it was interesting to know that there were sisters there who were like her. He would have to look into that further, look for them, see if he could help them, make sure they were safe, now that they were in a place that was so unlike where they had come from.
There are probably a lot more unlike you than otherwise. And if I'm right about what I think happened with the earthquake, then they're probably all still in Octovern. It's a good distance from here. He smiled, though, happy to hear some of his own thoughts and philosophies whispered back at him through that connection. It was such a relief, to finally speak with one of his own kind and to hear that he wasn't alone in that thinking. That's what I keep hoping for. My brother didn't think that they could change, but I saw it, over and over again. There are so many of them who are good people. It's not their fault they're in such a bad situation.
No, it was his, and it was Knives'. And if he could make up for that even just a little, by making sure they were safe, then maybe it would go a little towards making amends for what had happened. But then her words became...more detached. And he pulled away slightly, disappointment and sadness flickering across his face before he could school his features into something neutral. He glanced away, shaking his head.
I try. Every day, I try. I helped cause this, I helped put them in a place that's so harsh and uncaring and dangerous. If I'd just done better, if I'd been more vigilant, if I hadn't let my brother go rooting through old files where we weren't supposed to be, if I'd just told Rem how far he was spiraling, if I hadn't followed those humans and left him in the desert...! I could have stopped it at so many points! But I didn't, and now they have to live here, where life is so hard, and I just keep trying!
He was spiraling, himself, even as he fought to keep his memories contained. The things she said made sense, logically, but they didn't line up with reality, they couldn't absolve him of his own guilt.
No matter what I do, it seems like people get hurt because of me. Everywhere I go, people die because I couldn't help them, or because someone wants to get to me, and they don't care about the colateral damage! I've been trying for so long, and I'm just so-...!
He grimaced and shut down his own thoughts before he could finish them. He didn't deserve to be tired. He didn't have to worry about surviving as much as the humans did. His body was more resilient, he could handle the hardships, he could take the damage, it was his duty to take those burdens off of them! He didn't get to be tired.
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There are probably a lot more unlike you than otherwise. And if I'm right about what I think happened with the earthquake, then they're probably all still in Octovern. It's a good distance from here. He smiled, though, happy to hear some of his own thoughts and philosophies whispered back at him through that connection. It was such a relief, to finally speak with one of his own kind and to hear that he wasn't alone in that thinking. That's what I keep hoping for. My brother didn't think that they could change, but I saw it, over and over again. There are so many of them who are good people. It's not their fault they're in such a bad situation.
No, it was his, and it was Knives'. And if he could make up for that even just a little, by making sure they were safe, then maybe it would go a little towards making amends for what had happened. But then her words became...more detached. And he pulled away slightly, disappointment and sadness flickering across his face before he could school his features into something neutral. He glanced away, shaking his head.
I try. Every day, I try. I helped cause this, I helped put them in a place that's so harsh and uncaring and dangerous. If I'd just done better, if I'd been more vigilant, if I hadn't let my brother go rooting through old files where we weren't supposed to be, if I'd just told Rem how far he was spiraling, if I hadn't followed those humans and left him in the desert...! I could have stopped it at so many points! But I didn't, and now they have to live here, where life is so hard, and I just keep trying!
He was spiraling, himself, even as he fought to keep his memories contained. The things she said made sense, logically, but they didn't line up with reality, they couldn't absolve him of his own guilt.
No matter what I do, it seems like people get hurt because of me. Everywhere I go, people die because I couldn't help them, or because someone wants to get to me, and they don't care about the colateral damage! I've been trying for so long, and I'm just so-...!
He grimaced and shut down his own thoughts before he could finish them. He didn't deserve to be tired. He didn't have to worry about surviving as much as the humans did. His body was more resilient, he could handle the hardships, he could take the damage, it was his duty to take those burdens off of them! He didn't get to be tired.