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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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["I still have no fucking clue how this works and I've been studying it."]
I just know! [Wishful thinking.] It only hurts as bad as it does because I'm not good enough yet!
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He should have stopped talking a few seconds ago.]
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When Tetsuo decides to take that step first. The sentence sinks into his mind like a cement brick in quicksand, face dropping and eyes widening.]
Good enough...?
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[Okay, shock over.]
Good enough at WHAT?
[Not dying? Because they've both got pretty good track records for that!]
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[..his eyes leave Kaneda to flick to the door. He's halfway to it already...]
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[Are you sure you're not a mind reader, Kaneda, cause you called that one pretty easily.]
What did you mean 'good enough'. Out with it.
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[That's exactly why he's backing up a half step and clenching the hand with the resonator into a fist, pressed against his side.]
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You think I'm stupid?
[Don't answer that.]
You're in pain, Tetsuo! That's pretty important!
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Because of me! That what you wanted to know?! I don't know what else it's doing to me -
[Breaking him down faster than he could heal, Kururu had said. Synonymous for all kinds of fun things.]
- but I'm done wearing reminders I can't seem to do anything about it! You satisfied now?!
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[A part of it he gets. Just because you're numbing the pain doesn't mean damage isn't being done. And that's a huge worry. But what he doesn't get is that Tetsuo's got some kind of...mentality that he's not sure he likes.]
Then we'll find out! There's nothing you can do about it right now, Tetsuo! No matter how hard you try!
Pain. is. pain.
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[He starts for the door.]
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[He said don't even think about it!]
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This time?
His hand reaches for the door, and stops when Kaneda calls him, dropping to his side. The usual pause ends, and this time he turns back around.]
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[His heart freezes when he sees that hand reaching for the door, only thawing when it draws away. To be honest, that's...that's a huge thing for him, and it shows in how his eyes soften.
He knows more about what that powers doing to Tetsuo than he wants to admit...but it's not fair to keep it from him. With a bite of his lip, he stands up.]
Those things the government put in us...I think they're what's keeping you together.
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...he shakes his head. He's being broken apart, Kururu had said. Confirmation it's not all just him.]
I don't.
[But then he thinks about it. How Kaneda was still just one year older than he was, through some bizarre twist of time, but had no idea if he was dead or alive. How Tetsuo had jumped ahead a few months he didn't remember at all by the calendar here, and only because of that did he turn sixteen so soon after getting here. The realization that he's on the edge of understanding something makes an immediate and visible change; his eyes widen after that pause, finding Kaneda's.
Does he mean... it's slowing this ...whatever is happening to him down...?]
...
[But he can't find the voice to ask that question.]
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It's like I said, you know? It's a lot for someone to handle. Anyone...not just you.
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For certain, no one listening in.]
Anyone?
[He's not sure that Kaneda's not just saying that, but he's listening.]
What's that supposed to mean?
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[There's a soft exhale.]
Back home...you weren't the only psychic.
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[Kaneda's got his complete and total attention. He looks down, thinking it over. It's bugging him - something he's not catching! Something he's not remembering fully...
Wait. No, he's got a vague idea.]
That name...
[.... though it could just have easily been a dream or some belated fabrication he only thinks he remembers... agh, it's all mixed up by now.]
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And for a split second, he missed her terribly. She'd know just what to do.]
That kid...the one you got into an accident with.
You ever think it's strange, how he wasn't even hurt?
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[... but he knows what, doesn't he? Even as he gives the only answer he knew at the time, hindsight fills in a piece of that puzzle.]
No, that's not it! He blew up my bike before I even hit him!
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Cause he's like you.
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[The reaction is immediate, and more than a little defensive.]
There was something wrong with him... I think. Something... [He raises a hand to rub at his head. Was he making that up? Was that real?] Can't even tell anymore.
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[His head tilts trying to make sense of it.]
You mean...like his skin?
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[Sometimes, it's worse to get something like that even remotely validated.]
Must've been the light, I guess...
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[Kaneda falls silent, turning his head towards the window to look out at the roads below.]
And...white hair.
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