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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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[His voice is hesitant, squinting at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember. Honestly it was still a blur in his mind. He'd been taken the moment he got back on his motorcycle. The light was destructive, but not painful, at least not where he was.
Hell, he didn't even know where he was when the light took over Neo Tokyo. Inbetween dimensions, and the kids were the only reason he was still walking.]
It was just...light. Energy, I guess. I leapt in after you, but you were taken somewhere.
[A hand runs through his hair, trying to piece this all out. After not thinking about this for months, shoving it down to the deepest parts of his psyche, it's just as much of a tangled mess as he remembers.]
You're really asking the tough shit, here...
[But he'll try.]
That light was meant to take you away.
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[Do you know how insane you sound right now? Tetsuo's face clouds as he listens. Kaneda's never really talked like this before. Shit like this didn't happen back there.
Maybe it did here, but people had powers here.
Once, he used to think he could tell when Kaneda was lying. His voice would take on a honey pitch, his eyes go ridiculously sincere. Now, listening to him hesitantly say shit like it's out of some story, there's no way that Kaneda's being truthful. So Tetsuo can't even read him anymore.
His expression falls from hope to a wounded look.]
Just admit you're not gonna tell me.
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[He turns to face him immediately, eyes widening with shock.]
I'm not making this shit up, Tetsuo...!
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[All the while he's trying to shove down the conviction that even if that was possible, there's nothing out there that would ever come for someone like him specifically. He's...just not that important.]
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[Frustration is clear in his voice. His hands go to his head, palms covering his eyes as he tries to think. Everything happened so fast, and the things he remembers the clearest he can't say. Not here. Not yet.]
These powers you've got here--you have em back home too. They tried to stop you, and that white light came and took you.
I thought it killed you at first.
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When he ran with Kaori, screaming at Kaneda to let him try to do something in his life, something happened. An all-too familiar flash of white pain, a resonating ringing in his ears as something struck his head like an instrument. Images...things he still can't piece together. Things he still sees in his dreams sometimes. And a voice... like something calling him.
It wasn't the first time. There'd been that examination...
Those powers he has...he wasn't sure where they came from. One more question to drive him nuts.
Now, he knew for sure. One slight bit of truth that corroborates Kaneda's crazy. He knows what he did with them here, how many fights he had. How many times it was life or death.
It's just enough that he takes this a little more seriously.]
Why don't you now?
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Why?
Because the government did it to themselves.
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That's how you got your powers.
And then they tried to stop you--if it's anyone's fault, it's the stupid suits living large and watching everyone die.
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I could feel them do it, you know. In the operating room... [He turns around to lie on his back again, hesitating painfully before quietly continuing.] They were doing something weird to my head. I thought those guys were just doctors or something.