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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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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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[His answer is short, clipped.]
It's what happens. It's what's--[He swallows hard, his voice hitching right in the middle of it.] happening
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[He can't back up a step, though his foot thumps against the wall in the attempt anyway. Right now, he'd give anything to be out of this room. Away from this reality Kaneda's suggesting. Just... something to run from, somewhere to run to, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want this.]
You saying I'm gonna end up like that kid?! Is that it?! Kaneda?!
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[His voice is calm...contemplative, even.] Eventually somewhere.
[You're not making sense, Kaneda. It's rare to see him so pensive, eyes continuing to look out the window as the street lights flicker below in the midnight air.]
That's what you're feeling, I think. But...you haven't yet. It's like the nanites the government gave us are keeping you together. That's why it hurts, I guess.
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[His back hits the wall next, and slides down slowly until he's ended up sitting on the floor. If Kaneda's right, and ... there's too many reasons why Kaneda COULD be right... then there's nothing he can do about it at all. It's 'what happens'.
That'd mean all his life ahead of him is as a tortured freak... and he can't accept that future. He just can't!]
I refuse!
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[He thinks, running his fingers through his head.]
I mean...if this world's got a way to keep you together, there's gotta be something that stops the side effects.
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[And that's the part he smiles at.]
It's different cause the Porter gave you these powers, Tetsuo. They just match the ones back home.
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[He's not following here.]
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So if we find a way to alter the ones in you so they---I don't know. Stabilize....
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....
[Desperate hope flares bright, but fades just as quickly. His face freezes as it hits him. What do either of them know about nanites? Tetsuo barely understands the 'small machines in your blood' bit, let alone how that lets them do anything;it's unlikely Kaneda knows more. Nanites are an unsolvable mystery as humiliating and frustrating as the brand on his wrist. Neither will ever go away. Both brand him forever as too many things he hates...
He shoves that wrist back against the wall. To mess with nanites, they'd need someone who could. And someone who could...
...
Tetsuo looks back down again, fighting down a growing uneasy feeling. Memories of another, plainer room. White sheets, white curtains, white-clad strangers with neither answers or compassion...]
Look...
I've been screwed up enough already. [It was hard to get worse than 'dying'... but he was certain they could find a way.] So you better not make it any worse...
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[It's a morbid smile, looking up at the ceiling idly.]
But--
[He pats his hips, resting his hands there as he meanders his way back to the bed, slowly starting to climb back onto it.]
As someone who's probably screwed you up, I'll try not to make it worse.
I'll look into it.
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[He sighs out in a long exhale, looking to the door, to his fishtank, back to the floor. And breathes.
In. Then out.]
Oi, Kaneda... you..
["Thanks."]
Tell me everything you find out. I don't care how bad it is. I gotta know.
["Still thanks, but I have no fucking clue how to say it."]
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Yeah, yeah...don't worry, nothing secret when it comes to this.
[He sounds sleepy, as Dalish hops up on the bed and makes herself comfortable on his stomach.]
But for now...don't sweat it, okay?
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[He doesn't really get back up for a while, milling questions around in his mind.
Eventually, he finds himself listing over to the side. His eyes definitely hurt by now from being awake too long. One arm shoots out to brace himself from falling over, then tenses to shove his body up to standing again. He takes as few shuffling steps towards the bed as possible, dropping face-first onto it.
Just far enough onto his side to narrowly miss hitting Kaneda.]