[ . . . it is. and the thing is that it's secure, and it makes him focus on the person in front of him. the fact that he can see, and he can raise his own hands up to rest over molly's, and his expression can crumple into something just a little bit more relieved]
I am.
[ . . . ]
But I guess... that's what I wanted to tell you anyway.
[it felt -
wrong.
to know that something happened to molly, and to not offer the same up in return.]
[A lot of things make much more sense now, to him. Mineo had tried so hard to support him, help him when he was at his lowest, he feels he owes him this at least. Sharing this.]
[softly, and he calms down enough that he turns his hands so that he can take molly's and pull them off his face. he'll hold on though.]
... the thing I'm here for... It's not really a lie to say I've got some mysteries I want to solve. I do. I still need to find out what happened to my friend but I -
[ . . . took so long he died before he could. the sloth tattoo on the back of his hand burns a little worse.]
[ . . . . there's a slight pause at that and he just manages, a bit more softly.]
... I don't know. I don't really want to be a waste of space anymore either, Molly-san. I... I can't keep getting stuck.
[it doesn't feel like it's enough. even when he was alive, all he did was waste time. waste his days. accomplish nothing. all his friends were getting tired of him and in the end - he really was abandoned.
it would be nice to be worth something, he thinks.
but he just shakes his head and focuses.]
I want it for you too, though. I haven't forgotten - I promised. Both you and Beauregard-san are going home.
Bullshit. No one's a damned waste of space. You're going home too, to do whatever you like. You live your life as you please, you give a little good turn here and there, you don't have to earn any sort of place in the world. It's yours already.
[He sniffs, because, well, he does get that Mineo's thing is important. He's see the thing he's working against--]
And you're smart, I'm sure you'll take that bastard down.
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I am.
[ . . . ]
But I guess... that's what I wanted to tell you anyway.
[it felt -
wrong.
to know that something happened to molly, and to not offer the same up in return.]
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That's the last thing you remember? Before this?
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Yeah.
[softly, and he calms down enough that he turns his hands so that he can take molly's and pull them off his face. he'll hold on though.]
... the thing I'm here for... It's not really a lie to say I've got some mysteries I want to solve. I do. I still need to find out what happened to my friend but I -
[ . . . took so long he died before he could. the sloth tattoo on the back of his hand burns a little worse.]
You know...
Need to be alive to do that.
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[All of you people are so much sometimes? He is very worried?]
I'm sure your reasons are good, but, you're allowed to just want that too. Hells, I want that for you.
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... I don't know. I don't really want to be a waste of space anymore either, Molly-san. I... I can't keep getting stuck.
[it doesn't feel like it's enough. even when he was alive, all he did was waste time. waste his days. accomplish nothing. all his friends were getting tired of him and in the end - he really was abandoned.
it would be nice to be worth something, he thinks.
but he just shakes his head and focuses.]
I want it for you too, though. I haven't forgotten - I promised. Both you and Beauregard-san are going home.
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flicks him in the forehead?]
Bullshit. No one's a damned waste of space. You're going home too, to do whatever you like. You live your life as you please, you give a little good turn here and there, you don't have to earn any sort of place in the world. It's yours already.
[He sniffs, because, well, he does get that Mineo's thing is important. He's see the thing he's working against--]
And you're smart, I'm sure you'll take that bastard down.
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I've gotta give it my best try next time.
[and he'll just offer a small smile. tired, saddened, but - stubborn. like he knows he's on the ground but the fight's not over yet.]
.... I won't give up. Not again.