[ he can feel that unease, and as if in response to it — after a bit of a delay — his own emotional projection suddenly feels much more subdued, like he's consciously putting a lid on it and readjusting his image. ]
Y-yeah, maybe... I mean, if you want to hear about it.
[ this half of the team is truly such a shining example of emotional well being ]
Mm... well... we were in this fancy house where there was just like, a lot of egg stuff? Which was weird, but it was probably all part of some... metaphor or something, I guess.
The main thing was like... there was this woman who lived there whose kid had disappeared and she was real messed up about it and going after everyone, thinking they'd taken him or whatever. And, um... a lot of stuff happened, but eventually we had the keys to the car in the garage, so we were gonna try to take that to get away.
We went to check the trunk first, since, you know, that's kind of a horror movie staple... a-and the kid was in there, dead.
[ there's like. a very complicated mix of All Kinds of bad emotions here at this particular part that even his purposeful suppression can't hide. ]
There was this family painting of the kid and the woman and her husband that was... haunted or something, that was there in the garage, and the father like, came out of the painting as some kind of giant axe-hand monster that started attacking everyone. And then the mother managed to break into the garage through the door eventually and she was attacking us too... instead of the guy who was right there that had actually killed her son, which was stupid. But she... died at some point during all of that.
A-anyway, we finally got out, but we just ended up in this lake outside the house and had to get through that to get to the other side. ...We could still see the axe guy over there once we did. He was still fine.
[ he glances back at his reflection with that uncomfortable sick feeling again, but then shakes himself out of it. ]
...Uh, that was basically it. Then we came back, I guess. In that big egg. So... yeah.
I come from a pretty screwed up world. Pretty.... screwed up family, too. When they were alive. When I was a kid, I used to take a lot of beatings. I've seen some pretty shitty things.
[ that also gets... a weird mix of bad feelings, though at least that seems like a justified response in this case. but he's definitely remembering how scared knightley was of his father when they were kids, and what that fear pushed him to do, and how much he never forgave him for it even knowing that was the reason. ]
I'm sorry. I don't remember mine, but I don't think there was anything like that.
[ ... ]
Seems like most worlds are pretty bad in their own way, though.
[ livio is generally of the opinion that overall, no man's land is the worst, but he doesn't want to minimize anyone else's pain. ] Shitty people are everywhere.
[ fair; other japanifornia isn't exactly terrible, it's just the kind of stupid fucking place where dozens of lives over the course of time can be ruined by a guy being a dick at a dessert contest once. ]
Yeah. I don't really remember anything from before the orphanage.
[ oh. oh wow. this is a side to simon he has not seen or felt before. livio is surprised, not quite alarmed, but.... it's just unexpected ]
[ maybe this is part of why simon is so afraid all the time. he chooses his words carefully, but simon can feel some real empathy there. not specifically about his orphanage, but.... just. childhood experiences ]
Yeah. I did too. They wanted to make me disappear, so I did it for them.
[ that empathy is sort of a strange and foreign feeling, and though it's sometimes hard to tell this week where his own feelings end and someone else's begin, he's sure that this isn't his. his own empathy, what little there is of it, seems to be reserved for kids abandoned in the backs of cars and those who exist solely for righteous revenge.
now that he's stuck with this feeling for the moment he doesn't know what to think of it or do with it.
he bristles slightly at the apology, for reasons that have nothing to do with livio, but quickly shakes it off. ]
[ well, then!!! that feeling of empathy and understanding persists. it gets stronger, even. traces of bitterness and resentment, too. not at simon. just. out there ]
[ livio isn't offended, though, he gets it. there isn't a lot he can say here. but ]
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[ the eye. though he doesn't know if healing would work on a missing eye? hewwo? ]
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Amelia tried it. Regrowing something that's gone is kinda beyond what healing can do, I guess.
[ with a shrug and a calm smile that might be a little unnerving against the emotional backdrop. ]
It's okay. Thanks for offering.
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... I'll ask the Reapers if anything can be done.
Do ya.... wanna talk about what happened?
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Y-yeah, maybe... I mean, if you want to hear about it.
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I do. [ he wants to know he can help!! ]
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Mm... well... we were in this fancy house where there was just like, a lot of egg stuff? Which was weird, but it was probably all part of some... metaphor or something, I guess.
The main thing was like... there was this woman who lived there whose kid had disappeared and she was real messed up about it and going after everyone, thinking they'd taken him or whatever. And, um... a lot of stuff happened, but eventually we had the keys to the car in the garage, so we were gonna try to take that to get away.
We went to check the trunk first, since, you know, that's kind of a horror movie staple... a-and the kid was in there, dead.
[ there's like. a very complicated mix of All Kinds of bad emotions here at this particular part that even his purposeful suppression can't hide. ]
There was this family painting of the kid and the woman and her husband that was... haunted or something, that was there in the garage, and the father like, came out of the painting as some kind of giant axe-hand monster that started attacking everyone. And then the mother managed to break into the garage through the door eventually and she was attacking us too... instead of the guy who was right there that had actually killed her son, which was stupid. But she... died at some point during all of that.
A-anyway, we finally got out, but we just ended up in this lake outside the house and had to get through that to get to the other side. ...We could still see the axe guy over there once we did. He was still fine.
[ he glances back at his reflection with that uncomfortable sick feeling again, but then shakes himself out of it. ]
...Uh, that was basically it. Then we came back, I guess. In that big egg. So... yeah.
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.... It sounds like a nightmare. [ both like, literally, but also in how it doesn't make sense ] Why was everyone attacking you?
[ also some deepset rage at a child being dead but it's. fine. it's fine ]
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[ unfortunately his very real axe wounds say otherwise.
he shrugs. ]
The mother thought we had her missing kid, probably, which I mean... we did just kind of show up in her house.
[ plus she was just. in a very bad state both mentally and physically. ]
Everything else... I don't know. Just felt like hurting us, I guess.
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.... Some people are just like that. I'm sorry.
Is there anything I can do for ya?
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Mm... I don't think so. But thanks for asking.
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... Hey. Ya don't have to act calm for my sake.
[ despite his earlier uneasiness ]
I haven't.... I mean, I know how shitty people can be, even if there's a lot I don't understand about this situation in particular.
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Yeah?
cw: child abuse
I come from a pretty screwed up world. Pretty.... screwed up family, too. When they were alive. When I was a kid, I used to take a lot of beatings. I've seen some pretty shitty things.
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[ that also gets... a weird mix of bad feelings, though at least that seems like a justified response in this case. but he's definitely remembering how scared knightley was of his father when they were kids, and what that fear pushed him to do, and how much he never forgave him for it even knowing that was the reason. ]
I'm sorry. I don't remember mine, but I don't think there was anything like that.
[ ... ]
Seems like most worlds are pretty bad in their own way, though.
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[ livio is generally of the opinion that overall, no man's land is the worst, but he doesn't want to minimize anyone else's pain. ] Shitty people are everywhere.
Did ya lose your parents too....?
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Yeah. I don't really remember anything from before the orphanage.
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.... I was at an orphanage, too.
[ is this bonding? ]
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Was it bad?
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No, they were.... kind, for the most part.
[ it was him who was the bad. cants his head ]
Was yours bad?
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he just looks away, absently messing with a strand of hair. ]
Yep. It was the worst.
...Well. Not at first, but. Eventually.
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[ maybe this is part of why simon is so afraid all the time. he chooses his words carefully, but simon can feel some real empathy there. not specifically about his orphanage, but.... just. childhood experiences ]
I ran away from mine.
[ .... ]
That's shitty, though. Sorry, Simon.
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[ that empathy is sort of a strange and foreign feeling, and though it's sometimes hard to tell this week where his own feelings end and someone else's begin, he's sure that this isn't his. his own empathy, what little there is of it, seems to be reserved for kids abandoned in the backs of cars and those who exist solely for righteous revenge.
now that he's stuck with this feeling for the moment he doesn't know what to think of it or do with it.
he bristles slightly at the apology, for reasons that have nothing to do with livio, but quickly shakes it off. ]
Not like it's your fault. But thanks.
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[ livio isn't offended, though, he gets it. there isn't a lot he can say here. but ]
Yeah, I know. But it's still shitty.
[ that's the most eloquent way he can sum it up ]
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there's a hint of a wry smile at that. ]
It is, yeah.
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... Thanks for tellin' me. I'm glad you got away.