[ it's a relief to hear her, but he realizes that isn't quite the same as the reassurance that comes with seeing her, with checking her wounds or feeling more assured by having her close by at all times, the way he'd become so protective of her the last time they were together.
maybe this is all he can get for now. selfishly, he wants more, more than just a call. but kovacs is used to not having things the way he'd want. ]
Envoys are trained for this kind of thing. [ switching sleeves, adjusting to a new environment. ] Don't worry about me. As long as ... you're okay.
maybe this is all he can get for now. selfishly, he wants more, more than just a call. but kovacs is used to not having things the way he'd want. ]
Envoys are trained for this kind of thing. [ switching sleeves, adjusting to a new environment. ] Don't worry about me. As long as ... you're okay.
yeah.
[ he knows it's a preaching to the choir kind of thing. andy's one of the few people in their group he knows understands his way of doing things. maybe it's in age, maybe it's in experience — all the same, he knows the dangers of being too idealistic. ]
just something to keep in mind about where some of the group stands. it might get uglier if we get thrown into a situation like that again. people tried to actually stopped me in the middle of the fight.
[ he knows it's a preaching to the choir kind of thing. andy's one of the few people in their group he knows understands his way of doing things. maybe it's in age, maybe it's in experience — all the same, he knows the dangers of being too idealistic. ]
just something to keep in mind about where some of the group stands. it might get uglier if we get thrown into a situation like that again. people tried to actually stopped me in the middle of the fight.
[ it's your story, takeshi.
since when has he ever really been in charge of his own story? whether it's pulling the trigger on his father or turning his back on ctac or standing with the envoys, the world has always moved him along with each step, pulling him one way or another until he's left with nothing but inevitable choices. any decision he's made for himself has never been made to last, everything he's wanted has never stayed.
— why would it start now?
but she's giving him the choice here, with her hand held out, pen clenched within her fingers, and she isn't shaking on her question.
his eyes linger on her without knowing for how long, knowing what awaits him with this deal, knowing what he may be dragging her further into, knowing that she now knows it all too. he's still looking at her when he reaches to curl his fingers around the pen and around her knuckles, holding both at once. ]
Yeah.
[ he finally answers, spoken like a sigh. she's giving him the choice, but his gaze still looks to her like he's still asking the question in his every word. like he needs her to know she still has an out. ]
I ... want you with me. [ whatever that means, he doesn't know. he takes a step closer, quiet in his breath. ] Whatever happens to me after all of this, I'd want you there.
since when has he ever really been in charge of his own story? whether it's pulling the trigger on his father or turning his back on ctac or standing with the envoys, the world has always moved him along with each step, pulling him one way or another until he's left with nothing but inevitable choices. any decision he's made for himself has never been made to last, everything he's wanted has never stayed.
— why would it start now?
but she's giving him the choice here, with her hand held out, pen clenched within her fingers, and she isn't shaking on her question.
his eyes linger on her without knowing for how long, knowing what awaits him with this deal, knowing what he may be dragging her further into, knowing that she now knows it all too. he's still looking at her when he reaches to curl his fingers around the pen and around her knuckles, holding both at once. ]
Yeah.
[ he finally answers, spoken like a sigh. she's giving him the choice, but his gaze still looks to her like he's still asking the question in his every word. like he needs her to know she still has an out. ]
I ... want you with me. [ whatever that means, he doesn't know. he takes a step closer, quiet in his breath. ] Whatever happens to me after all of this, I'd want you there.
I'm okay. [ better now that i know you are, she thinks but fortunately doesn't say; who knows if she could ever survive such embarrassment. ] There are a number of us here. We've all come together and... we've made it work.
[ but she doesn't much care to get into the details of this hell. how lonely it's been without his presence. how even the books she'd brought along this time read dry without his constant, unprompted commentary. ]
Tell me about Taeum. [ tell me a story.
in a gentle, teasing tone: ] Have you made any friends?
[ but she doesn't much care to get into the details of this hell. how lonely it's been without his presence. how even the books she'd brought along this time read dry without his constant, unprompted commentary. ]
Tell me about Taeum. [ tell me a story.
in a gentle, teasing tone: ] Have you made any friends?
[ sometimes! preaching to the choir can be a good reminder that you are not alone in a feeling! andy knows that sense of moral superiority can be irritating, even when she also knows it isn't going to change her mind, or make her feel guilty. they'd have to go back time centuries for that. ]
I can't imagine they were successful with you.
There's not a lot that can stop me. They can argue with me as much as they want, but I'll still pull the trigger if I need to. I've been doing the jobs no one else can longer than most of them have been alive combined.
I can't imagine they were successful with you.
There's not a lot that can stop me. They can argue with me as much as they want, but I'll still pull the trigger if I need to. I've been doing the jobs no one else can longer than most of them have been alive combined.
[ The echoes of their voices, worry meeting concern, and the Doctor knows better than to brush it off with a nonchalant, even optimistic note.
He can lie; it might even be the better thing to do. But perhaps this isn’t the time either. ]
Nothing the lot of us couldn’t handle while we’re here, I assure you. We won’t be here for too long.
He can lie; it might even be the better thing to do. But perhaps this isn’t the time either. ]
Nothing the lot of us couldn’t handle while we’re here, I assure you. We won’t be here for too long.
[ he's heard a little about sedorum, about how much it runs differently than taeum, and while the concern remains that she's there at all, he's relieved that she hasn't been alone, that she's been taken care of, even if he hasn't been able to be the one to do it.
even now, he can't stop letting his mind spin trying to figure out how he could possibly get her out, despite knowing it isn't in his cards right now. ]
Guy like me? Everyone's been tripping over themselves to be my buddy. [ he can at least join her in that momentary playfulness, a near chuckle in his breath for a moment.
but he thinks about her question, about the world he's been stuck in. ]
It's supposed to be some kind of heaven. Supposedly, everyone's worked so hard at being good and pure while they were alive that they've now earned themselves everything they could ever want — endless drugs, booze, sex. [ he very nearly laughs. ] It's all just fake theater up here.
[ he pauses for a moment before he adds, ]
They've got all these rooms here that all look different when you walk in, all filled with places and landscapes to draw you in, make you feel comfortable. They ... have a room full of stars.
even now, he can't stop letting his mind spin trying to figure out how he could possibly get her out, despite knowing it isn't in his cards right now. ]
Guy like me? Everyone's been tripping over themselves to be my buddy. [ he can at least join her in that momentary playfulness, a near chuckle in his breath for a moment.
but he thinks about her question, about the world he's been stuck in. ]
It's supposed to be some kind of heaven. Supposedly, everyone's worked so hard at being good and pure while they were alive that they've now earned themselves everything they could ever want — endless drugs, booze, sex. [ he very nearly laughs. ] It's all just fake theater up here.
[ he pauses for a moment before he adds, ]
They've got all these rooms here that all look different when you walk in, all filled with places and landscapes to draw you in, make you feel comfortable. They ... have a room full of stars.
[ marta doesn't realize she'd been holding her breath, waiting on his answer with a slight flutter of apprehension. it strikes her then that it's been a long time since she'd felt she'd overstayed her welcome with him; that the worry of being a burden hasn't reared its ugly head since the first few weeks they'd settled into scorpion's bend. but for just that brief moment, she can't help but wonder — is it truly over?
was her place beside him as temporary as their stay?
maybe it might have been, once. but not now, not when he holds her hand, meets her eyes, tells her what he wants. what he lets himself want, for once. ]
I'll be there. [ emotion floods her voice, makes it thick. relief, joy, anticipation. ] Wherever you need me, prometo.
[ this close, it's so very easy to draw him into the circle of her arms. after nights spent huddled together for warmth, listening to the sound of each other's heartbeats for lullabies, it feels only natural to wrap her arms around him now, to rise up on her tiptoes and thread one hand into his hair.
i'm here, the squeeze of her arms promise. i'm here i'm here i'm here.
by his ear, without the weight of his eyes on her to make her shy, she confesses, ]
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
was her place beside him as temporary as their stay?
maybe it might have been, once. but not now, not when he holds her hand, meets her eyes, tells her what he wants. what he lets himself want, for once. ]
I'll be there. [ emotion floods her voice, makes it thick. relief, joy, anticipation. ] Wherever you need me, prometo.
[ this close, it's so very easy to draw him into the circle of her arms. after nights spent huddled together for warmth, listening to the sound of each other's heartbeats for lullabies, it feels only natural to wrap her arms around him now, to rise up on her tiptoes and thread one hand into his hair.
i'm here, the squeeze of her arms promise. i'm here i'm here i'm here.
by his ear, without the weight of his eyes on her to make her shy, she confesses, ]
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
[luckily, the transfer of souls is something xichen is familiar with. not for reasons that are pleasant or good, but something he can wrap his head around.] I see.
[it is a strange form of magic then without death.] I am sorry that you are not in your original body normally then.
I-- And am glad that you are alright. [a soft chuckle, a little flustered.] I apologize, I was not expecting this.
[it is a strange form of magic then without death.] I am sorry that you are not in your original body normally then.
I-- And am glad that you are alright. [a soft chuckle, a little flustered.] I apologize, I was not expecting this.
[ kovacs isn't used to getting what he wants, to earnestly ask for something and have it handed right to him. he's the one who makes things happen for everyone else — following orders, completing the mission, making deals. but just being able to stay close to someone? that's never been allowed, and even now, with marta making her promise to him, he't not sure how long it's meant to last.
rei, quell, clara — they either left or were taken. living longer than one should, you get used to the idea of impermanence.
but with marta circling her arms around him, holding him in close to her, he finds himself wanting to pretend this won't be like the rest, that it won't go wrong, that he won't lose her. that'll be a change for you, he can almost hear quell say, but her voice is drowned out by the gentle one at his ear, the one that draws him in to sink his face against the crook of her neck.
nothing else leaves his own mouth, bringing his arms around her, one hand splaying against her back as the other one still clutches the pen she's handed him. instead, he holds her, his sigh calm and slow against her skin, and lets himself believe she really isn't going anywhere. ]
rei, quell, clara — they either left or were taken. living longer than one should, you get used to the idea of impermanence.
but with marta circling her arms around him, holding him in close to her, he finds himself wanting to pretend this won't be like the rest, that it won't go wrong, that he won't lose her. that'll be a change for you, he can almost hear quell say, but her voice is drowned out by the gentle one at his ear, the one that draws him in to sink his face against the crook of her neck.
nothing else leaves his own mouth, bringing his arms around her, one hand splaying against her back as the other one still clutches the pen she's handed him. instead, he holds her, his sigh calm and slow against her skin, and lets himself believe she really isn't going anywhere. ]
[ she lets out a soft exhale in response — something tinged with disappointment, but she cuts it off quick before it can become anything that lingers. ]
When I realized where you'd gone, I had hoped... You hear so much how Heaven is supposed to be some endless peace. I thought maybe you finally got some rest.
[ maybe he had. but something in the dryness of his tone has her doubting it.
but it's not something she wants to dwell in. not now when she's finally got him here, to herself. she tries to keep the small smile out of her tone when she continues, but she'd never been very good at hiding her feelings. ]
You don't really see the stars here. Even though I'm pretty sure it's always nighttime, but the entire city looks like it's under some red light that never goes away.
How did they look? [ she chews on her lip a little. ] Happy for your company, I bet.
When I realized where you'd gone, I had hoped... You hear so much how Heaven is supposed to be some endless peace. I thought maybe you finally got some rest.
[ maybe he had. but something in the dryness of his tone has her doubting it.
but it's not something she wants to dwell in. not now when she's finally got him here, to herself. she tries to keep the small smile out of her tone when she continues, but she'd never been very good at hiding her feelings. ]
You don't really see the stars here. Even though I'm pretty sure it's always nighttime, but the entire city looks like it's under some red light that never goes away.
How did they look? [ she chews on her lip a little. ] Happy for your company, I bet.
[ by now it's become habit for marta to seek kovacs out before a mission starts. at first it was to ask for help, seek advice. but then it just became habit to seek him out, period, regardless if she's got a viable pretense at all. this mission isn't any different, even if things have become... slightly more complicated. more and more, there are things between them that become unspoken, but things have been... tenuous lately. the delicate line they've been dancing along has become a little thinner as of late; the more they don't address it, the more it seems to stand out.
perhaps in another life, marta might have been brave enough to tackle the issue head-on. but when doing so could risk ruining things between them completely, whatever those things are? she'd rather wade in the dark. ]
Put that coat down.
[ they're in a small boutique on the craemore station, with hours yet to go before their train is to depart. with time to kill, money to spend, and a new cover story to work on, they naturally drifted towards the boutique to brainstorm and dress for the part.
she comes over to where he's standing holding a dark trenchcoat, taking it from his hands to set back on the rack. ]
Maybe this time "intimidation" can be plan b, hm? [ she gestures to another rack of clothing behind him. ] How about a sweater?
[ from a few feet away, a hovering shop assistant chooses that time to speak up. Oh! Are you two looking to revamp your wardrobe? You should know — we've got a honeymoon special!
marta's eyes widen, her face flushes. already a hand — ringless, thank you! — is coming up to wave the assumption away. ]
Oh — no, we—
[ and this is the part where kovacs starts being marta's voice :') ]
perhaps in another life, marta might have been brave enough to tackle the issue head-on. but when doing so could risk ruining things between them completely, whatever those things are? she'd rather wade in the dark. ]
Put that coat down.
[ they're in a small boutique on the craemore station, with hours yet to go before their train is to depart. with time to kill, money to spend, and a new cover story to work on, they naturally drifted towards the boutique to brainstorm and dress for the part.
she comes over to where he's standing holding a dark trenchcoat, taking it from his hands to set back on the rack. ]
Maybe this time "intimidation" can be plan b, hm? [ she gestures to another rack of clothing behind him. ] How about a sweater?
[ from a few feet away, a hovering shop assistant chooses that time to speak up. Oh! Are you two looking to revamp your wardrobe? You should know — we've got a honeymoon special!
marta's eyes widen, her face flushes. already a hand — ringless, thank you! — is coming up to wave the assumption away. ]
Oh — no, we—
[ and this is the part where kovacs starts being marta's voice :') ]
[ circumstances had separated them last time, practically worlds apart with the way he'd been sent to taeum while she was brought to sedorum. it'd been a separation that he hadn't realized would be as troubling as aggravating as it was until it had happened, with the month and a half spent without her around, something he'd just address as having been an inconvenience from just being used to her company.
despite his talks with clara, conversations where he'd insisted that certain directions would be impossible for he and marta, he still finds himself here as soon as they're sent into their next mission, magnetized to her side like he might fear her disappearance if he takes his eyes off of her for a second. ]
No. [ he answers bluntly with a frown when she points out the soft knitted sweater she's suggesting, a style that fairly obviously doesn't suit his typical style. as much as she might have a certain influence on him, there's still plenty of areas where he'd be ready to resist.
but any other word is halted when the shop assistant springs up behind them, making use of the word honeymoon and leaving marta in a fluster.
kovacs merely raises his brow, peering besides him to the quick reflex marta uses in denying it, but a rising smirk has him looking over to the assistant with an amused look. ]
Actually, we are. [ to emphasize his point, he brings his arm up around her shoulders, nudging her in a little closer. ] We're ... eloping actually. All pretty sudden, her disapproving family and all — we just grabbed what we could in our hands and we went right out the door. Barely had time to pack enough clothes so we're looking to stock up the wardrobe before we board.
[ he turns to her, a devious twinkle in his eye. ] Ain't that right, babe?
despite his talks with clara, conversations where he'd insisted that certain directions would be impossible for he and marta, he still finds himself here as soon as they're sent into their next mission, magnetized to her side like he might fear her disappearance if he takes his eyes off of her for a second. ]
No. [ he answers bluntly with a frown when she points out the soft knitted sweater she's suggesting, a style that fairly obviously doesn't suit his typical style. as much as she might have a certain influence on him, there's still plenty of areas where he'd be ready to resist.
but any other word is halted when the shop assistant springs up behind them, making use of the word honeymoon and leaving marta in a fluster.
kovacs merely raises his brow, peering besides him to the quick reflex marta uses in denying it, but a rising smirk has him looking over to the assistant with an amused look. ]
Actually, we are. [ to emphasize his point, he brings his arm up around her shoulders, nudging her in a little closer. ] We're ... eloping actually. All pretty sudden, her disapproving family and all — we just grabbed what we could in our hands and we went right out the door. Barely had time to pack enough clothes so we're looking to stock up the wardrobe before we board.
[ he turns to her, a devious twinkle in his eye. ] Ain't that right, babe?
[ babe.
marta reels for a moment, but fortunately that look of alarm that flashes across her face could easily be mistaken for the look of a nervous new wife fleeing from her old life. when he prompts her to speak, her eyes widen, her look hardens. it's not betrayal, but indignation. does he want to be thrown up on??? ]
We... do need clothes.
[ she pauses to swallow back the faint tickle of nausea in her throat — it's certainly no lie, but somehow knowing it's wrapped up in deception is enough to get that annoying reflex of hers to pique its metaphorical head up in interest
she forces a smile on her face as she shifts against kovacs' hold, turning so she's leaning into him a little, one hand coming up to pat his chest like she isn't also considering throttling him in some way. blessedly, the smile looks friendly, and not too much like a grimace.
"Well you've come to the right place!" the shop assistant prompts, gesturing to the racks of clothing around them. ]
We'll take a few of those behind you to a fitting room, [ marta pipes up almost instantly, gesturing towards a row of sweaters and sweatervests — the same style he was so adamantly against just seconds before. she turns to kovacs then, flashing a smile that's all teeth and edge. ]
It might be nice to change things up a little, won't it... babe?
marta reels for a moment, but fortunately that look of alarm that flashes across her face could easily be mistaken for the look of a nervous new wife fleeing from her old life. when he prompts her to speak, her eyes widen, her look hardens. it's not betrayal, but indignation. does he want to be thrown up on??? ]
We... do need clothes.
[ she pauses to swallow back the faint tickle of nausea in her throat — it's certainly no lie, but somehow knowing it's wrapped up in deception is enough to get that annoying reflex of hers to pique its metaphorical head up in interest
she forces a smile on her face as she shifts against kovacs' hold, turning so she's leaning into him a little, one hand coming up to pat his chest like she isn't also considering throttling him in some way. blessedly, the smile looks friendly, and not too much like a grimace.
"Well you've come to the right place!" the shop assistant prompts, gesturing to the racks of clothing around them. ]
We'll take a few of those behind you to a fitting room, [ marta pipes up almost instantly, gesturing towards a row of sweaters and sweatervests — the same style he was so adamantly against just seconds before. she turns to kovacs then, flashing a smile that's all teeth and edge. ]
It might be nice to change things up a little, won't it... babe?
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2022-05-26 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[A soft, strange static starts up at night. At it's loudest, the noise almost a whisper. Then, words... or, well — something that's supposed to be words — appears in chaotic jumbles in Kovacs' view.]
c̶͕̃̀̂͑̽░░ȁ̶̛͈̮͉̣̏͋͠ͅn̷̗̠̮̮̆̍̓
̴̢̛̩̙̒̄̊͜h̸̜̥͊́e̷̡̞̦̮͂̃͠a̴̛̻̺̜̓r̶̘͆?̷̛̗̆̈?̶̘̩́͋?̵̣̗͂
̵̥̆̿ͅb̴̨͈͐e̸͍̅̐́͐?̷̝̮̮̤̾?̸̥͔̙̼̈̈̔͆▒▒?̴̗̠̗̀́̈͆͝
░░▓▒░▓oh
▓▓▒░T.░░▓▒░▓▓9▒▓▓▓░░░?
T̴̠̳̯͈̓K̴̨̰̣̖͆́?̵̩͇̰̥͕͆̈́
c̶͕̃̀̂͑̽░░ȁ̶̛͈̮͉̣̏͋͠ͅn̷̗̠̮̮̆̍̓
̴̢̛̩̙̒̄̊͜h̸̜̥͊́e̷̡̞̦̮͂̃͠a̴̛̻̺̜̓r̶̘͆?̷̛̗̆̈?̶̘̩́͋?̵̣̗͂
̵̥̆̿ͅb̴̨͈͐e̸͍̅̐́͐?̷̝̮̮̤̾?̸̥͔̙̼̈̈̔͆▒▒?̴̗̠̗̀́̈͆͝
░░▓▒░▓oh
▓▓▒░T.░░▓▒░▓▓9▒▓▓▓░░░?
T̴̠̳̯͈̓K̴̨̰̣̖͆́?̵̩͇̰̥͕͆̈́
[ it's not like kovacs ever gets much sleep at this hour, plenty awake with enough on his mind, on account of everything that's happened these past few days, from the catastrophe on the train to everything that's happened since.
when he suddenly sees those words, his breath stops short for a moment, wondering if it's a trap. it just as easily could be.
but something feels off, different from the confrontation he'd had with those things in newt's body.
this feels almost too careful, too strained. ]
geiszler?
when he suddenly sees those words, his breath stops short for a moment, wondering if it's a trap. it just as easily could be.
but something feels off, different from the confrontation he'd had with those things in newt's body.
this feels almost too careful, too strained. ]
geiszler?
▓▒░▓▓▓▓▒░▓▒░▓
▒░▓▓▓▓▒░▓▓▒░
p̴l̵e̶a̶s̸e̷
only my f̵a̵voRite s̶u̷s̵h̴i̸ chef
caLLs me Geiszl̸e̷r̶
it's n░e░w░t.
▒░▓▓▓▓▒░▓▓▒░
p̴l̵e̶a̶s̸e̷
only my f̵a̵voRite s̶u̷s̵h̴i̸ chef
caLLs me Geiszl̸e̷r̶
it's n░e░w░t.
[ he's hesitant as soon as he sends the message, like he might just instantly regret it, letting himself get pulled in to just another trick.
but he doesn't see the benefit in those things trying to throw him off now, not when their scheme has already been unveiled.
and it ... feels like him. ]
yeah, alright
newt—
[ he could do him a solid on the name, for once.
there's plenty to ask, to scramble in reaching to him, but the first question that comes to his mind— ]
are you in pain?
but he doesn't see the benefit in those things trying to throw him off now, not when their scheme has already been unveiled.
and it ... feels like him. ]
yeah, alright
newt—
[ he could do him a solid on the name, for once.
there's plenty to ask, to scramble in reaching to him, but the first question that comes to his mind— ]
are you in pain?
some▓▒t░i▓mes
mostly _T I RE D░
want̵e̵d
to say
sor̸r̶y
than̸k̷ you for look i ng out for me
for e̸v̴e̶r̵y̶t̴hing
Reg.ret that i wasn't
a better fri▒░end.
mostly _T I RE D░
want̵e̵d
to say
sor̸r̶y
than̸k̷ you for look i ng out for me
for e̸v̴e̶r̵y̶t̴hing
Reg.ret that i wasn't
a better fri▒░end.
[ kovacs doesn't think his heart's one that's easy to break. but with just a few shuffling words, struggling to make itself out in front of him, and he thinks this might be one of those times. ]
no
you always did your best
no one could ever ask more of you
you did good, newt
you really did
[ a pause, and then, ]
we're not giving up on you
no
you always did your best
no one could ever ask more of you
you did good, newt
you really did
[ a pause, and then, ]
we're not giving up on you
ņ̵͇̦̂͐́ö̸̲̯͕̻́̈́̀ no
m_y faul̶t̶.
I br▒▒ought them ▒▒▒▒he▒re
didn,t real ize - stupid
I j̸u̷s̸t̵ wanted to s̷a̷v̶e̵ my pl.s̷a̷v̶es̷a̷v̶e̵s̷a̷v̶e̵planet
suppo▓sed to h̵e̵l̷p̶ peop l e
hu̸r̵ting evveryone̶ INSTEAD
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷m̶y̴ crew
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷all of you
don,t let me▒▒▒▒hurt a̸n̵y̸m̵o̷r̴e̵ of you
m_y faul̶t̶.
I br▒▒ought them ▒▒▒▒he▒re
didn,t real ize - stupid
I j̸u̷s̸t̵ wanted to s̷a̷v̶e̵ my pl.s̷a̷v̶es̷a̷v̶e̵s̷a̷v̶e̵planet
suppo▓sed to h̵e̵l̷p̶ peop l e
hu̸r̵ting evveryone̶ INSTEAD
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷m̶y̴ crew
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷all of you
don,t let me▒▒▒▒hurt a̸n̵y̸m̵o̷r̴e̵ of you
you didn't know
we don't always know
the dangerous things in our heads
[ an old voice calls out in his head — i have to kill the monster. it was us. the enemy was us. and another — it's in my brain! i've tried. it won't let me.
the envoys. rawling virus. stronghold. again and again. only the worst of memories seem to stick with him. history crawling its way back to make sure he never forgets. make sure he relives it.
tak, help me. ]
i'll keep them safe
everyone
i promise
[ promises he shouldn't make. not the man who couldn't save a single one of his own kind. ]
and you too
we'll find a way to get you out of there
keep fighting, newt
stay with us
we don't always know
the dangerous things in our heads
[ an old voice calls out in his head — i have to kill the monster. it was us. the enemy was us. and another — it's in my brain! i've tried. it won't let me.
the envoys. rawling virus. stronghold. again and again. only the worst of memories seem to stick with him. history crawling its way back to make sure he never forgets. make sure he relives it.
tak, help me. ]
i'll keep them safe
everyone
i promise
[ promises he shouldn't make. not the man who couldn't save a single one of his own kind. ]
and you too
we'll find a way to get you out of there
keep fighting, newt
stay with us
w̸a̶n̶t̴ ̵t̶o̴ ▓▓▓stay▓▓▓
..._mess̴e̷d̷ up so b_ad, T.K.
c̶a̵n̷'̸t̵ make up for i t
too late.?
ruined
want to l̴i̶v̷e̷
scared to l̴i̶v̷e̷
..._mess̴e̷d̷ up so b_ad, T.K.
c̶a̵n̷'̸t̵ make up for i t
too late.?
ruined
want to l̴i̶v̷e̷
scared to l̴i̶v̷e̷
i know
it's scary as hell
it's going to be
[ he won't lie. whatever happens, none of it's going to be easy.
he's been in the dark before. coming back from that, it's — ]
it must be dark in there for you
and it looks empty
being deep in there
i know
but when you get out
you're not gonna be alone
i'll stick with you through it
[ ... — ]
what it all comes down to
is that
everything's gonna be fine fine fine
one hand in your pocket
the other one giving me a high five
can you trust me on that?
it's scary as hell
it's going to be
[ he won't lie. whatever happens, none of it's going to be easy.
he's been in the dark before. coming back from that, it's — ]
it must be dark in there for you
and it looks empty
being deep in there
i know
but when you get out
you're not gonna be alone
i'll stick with you through it
[ ... — ]
what it all comes down to
is that
everything's gonna be fine fine fine
one hand in your pocket
the other one giving me a high five
can you trust me on that?
not d a░░░r░k...
b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶
too fucKing b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶, wh ite everyw̸h̷e̶r̷e̴
very em pt y
Hate iT
[There is, however, a long pause.
And then a crackle in the static that sounds a lot like a man's obnoxious little laugh.]
dǘ̴̡de
dorky!!!!̸!̸😂
of cour̸s̵e̵ i t r ust you
f̴i̵s̶h̷i̶n̴g̸ ̶b̸u̷d̶d̸y̵
b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶
too fucKing b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶, wh ite everyw̸h̷e̶r̷e̴
very em pt y
Hate iT
[There is, however, a long pause.
And then a crackle in the static that sounds a lot like a man's obnoxious little laugh.]
dǘ̴̡de
dorky!!!!̸!̸😂
of cour̸s̵e̵ i t r ust you
f̴i̵s̶h̷i̶n̴g̸ ̶b̸u̷d̶d̸y̵
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