[Carefully neutral, because being too openly incredulous about this would likely upset Raylan:] He was upset about the fact that a version of you who was half your current age, remembered a different childhood, and didn't remember any connection to him was sleeping around on campus?
Ah-- Raylan, I'll be honest. I'm not the sort of person who wouldn't feel jealous if my lover took too much interest in someone else.
[And there is a part of him that feels, even though Zhu Bajie hadn't been intimate with anyone, that his dedication to rescuing Jedao had been, in a strange way, unfaithful to Kanan.
But she hadn't existed in his memories then. Nothing could really have been a betrayal.]
I still think that it's ridiculous to react that way. Did he expect you to be faithful without remembering him?
Alls I know is that he wanted that - all of it, everythin' it entailed- [Drunk or not, Raylan would never get explicit. He was raised better then that.] He felt anyone that had seen it would have some.. Feel some right to it..
Which is ironic on it's own; my office was.. [He let out a bitter little laugh and rubbed at his eyes.]
Once upon a time, a very stupid man let his ex-wife walk back in and restarted a doomed relationship that resulted, eventually, in my little girl. But she left me two months into the pregnancy, with a two sentence note to welcome me home from a long and dangerous day of work. The office knew she left before I did. They knew.. everythin' I ended up doin' for one reason or another. Knew when my last girlfriend ripped up ten thousand dollars for her goddamned husband- [He stopped himself and took a deep breath and a fairly controlled sip of his whiskey.]
Like I said. This is just. Par for my courses.
[He did not expect and staunchly did not want pity, which was why he didn't talk about it normally. Gonou had just caught him in one of his worse periods.]
[Gonou isn't, perhaps, very well equipped to offer pity over bad relationships. He makes a soft noise of acknowledgment, instead, and sips whiskey from his own mug to give Raylan's litany a moment to hang in the air.
After the moment has passed, he sets the mug back down on the table.]
... It sounds to me as though you tend to give your heart to people who won't take care with it, Raylan.
It doesn't make you stupid.
But I think you deserve to take better care of yourself than that.
Raylan emptied his cup again. How many had this been? When was the last time he slept or ate? It didn't matter, really. There was no real work to distract him and the chickens were easy to mind, no matter his state.
A few days from now, some broken ribs would throw a huge wrench into all this self loathing and abuse anyway.]
If I were any more careful, I'd be a virgin. Life is fulla heartbreak and betrayal, G. That's just the way it is.
Happiness of any kind oughta be grabbed and held onto while it's there, 'fore it slips out of your fingers like a fist full of sand in the water.
I'll be fine, if that's what you're worried about. Ain't the first time I've been left. Ain't gonna be the last.
If it's not the stuff in our control, it's the stuff outta it. Never-endin'.
[He couldn't stop himself from cheersing back before huffing a breath and biting at his bottom lip.]
Maybe it makes me desperate. Or stupid. Or a... sad mix of both.
But it's worth it. In my opinion. Too much ugliness and heartbreak out there to let it slip by. We all deserve some happiness, no matter how fleeting it is. Makes everything else.. worth it.
[Softly, a little wry:] But it's hard to lose, when you lose it.
Still, I hope you manage to find some happiness again soon. [He quirks a brief smile at Raylan. There's no need to add, with someone who'll treat you well; it would, he suspects, only come off as an insult to the most recent lost love. And there's no real proof, it sounds like, that Tim had even meant to leave.
It is. [There was nothing easy about it. Nothing easy about life. Only easy thing were those stolen moments of ease where a soul could dare to take a full breath and not feel some kind of way about it.]
Mm,[Came the hum, the polite, warm bob and lift of his features.] I ain't dead yet, right?
[It wouldn't have been taken as an insult. In truth, he knew it was abuse, just like it had been with Winona but saying it, accepting it in the forefront was unthinkable. Too many variables and none of which would ever find him on top of them in terms of power.
And he hates that Gonou knows it.]
Besides, I can't complain. Whiskey keeps me warm. Could be worse. He coulda stolen my hat. [The remark was given a little airily as he took another drink, swallowing down the less than kind sentiment.]
[Unlike the inmates. But it's uncharitable to think that, Gonou supposes: he, like the other inmates, has been given the chance to live again. Whether or not he chooses to take any of the opportunities that gives him... is his choice.
Some he will, he's sure. Others, he's not as sure. Opening himself up to the vulnerabilities of love, even if it didn't feel like a betrayal of Kanan's very recent memory, may be too much vulnerability to endure.
After a moment, he forces himself to match Raylan's airy tone, and adds:]
It most definitely is. Also where I keep all my feelin's, doubts and worries. S'why it's gotta be a Stetson, you see.
[This, this he could do. Pretend like it was all fine, like he could move and breathe normally, like he needed to prove to himself that he could still do that. Always the exercise of seeing if he remembered how to ride that specific bike.]
I never got around to askin' before; kinda rude, but considerin' how far into all this we are.. It alright if I ask what happened to your eye? You store all your shit under that eyepatch?
Ah yes, it needs to be large enough to make sure none of the feelings escape. [Gonou nods, very seriously, but his smile falters slightly at the question about his eye. He lifts one hand to his cheek, fingers brushing the lower edge of the patch.]
I... gave it away.
Mostly it was just to convince someone to get out of my way. It did work.
[Raylan takes a moment to study Gonou's profile. He wasn't going to get weird and incredulous, no 'how could you do that?'. Not with what he already knew of the young man's story.]
A hellva sacrifice. I won't ask if it was worth it - any man give up his eye, it must be worth it.
Not too many issues with depth perception? I've seen folk with glass eyes before but honestly, the patch is the better way to go. Much more.. badass.
Easier to start with somethin' simple. [ The wide world was, well, Wide and vast compared to the unchanging blueprints of the Barge.]
The Admiral, like or not. Your warden. Might be worth considerin'. All this weird tech, space magic, I bet they could get you one that looks real. Or hell, might even work. Everything else the Admiral can do, why not ask for the moon?
Oh, they probably could. But I don't like asking for favors like that.
It's just vanity, anyway, isn't it?
[A little quirk of a smile, and he shrugs at Raylan.]
Unless I ask for a false eye that can really see, and I think that's -- that's going a little too far. It's not as if it was an accident.
[And, in a strange way, he feels as if he doesn't deserve to undo it. It had been an attempt at atonement, in its own way, even if ineffective and unappreciated. He'd been trying to pay for what he'd done.
Something like that can't just be undone with a little favor.]
[Raylan's brow pinches, head bobbing back and forth a little.]
I don't think its vanity. No more than someone who's lost any other limb to have a prosthetic.
[He could have elaborated. Gone on about feeling whole or something, but the truth of it was that he had no idea, beyond 'likely extremely complicated'.]
No. It wasn't. I can- [No Raylan, not 'see', bad taste.] understand why replacing it might be.. a betrayal of the sacrifice of it.
Maybe someday you'll consider it. And there's nothin' lost if you don't. [The last thing Raylan wanted to do was push something unwanted, especially when it was all so sensitive.]
[He ducked his head with his smile, shrugging a little. If you insist. A laugh was good though. He liked hearing it, from anyone.
He let a few beats of silence pass and pointedly doesn't refill Gonou's cup. Not because he was encouraging anyone to leave, but Gonou was young. And he had already been hitting it pretty hard.]
I got paired with Roman before the breech. Who'd you get set up with?
[Gonou's not necessarily expecting a refill; he's also sober as a judge, despite the rather large amount of whiskey he's downed. He's occasionally achieved a minor, transitory tipsiness, in his experimentation with alcohol so far, and it takes enough liquor to make it happen that he's not going to expect anyone to serve him that much of their good stuff.
He's fairly sure he can't get drunk for the same reason that he'd been able to heal from a belly wound that should have been a death sentence, and he's not planning to dwell on those or any other effects becoming youkai might have had on him. He simply curls his hands around the empty cup, instead, running his thumb absently over the edge of the handle.]
Connor. I believe he only recently graduated? He seems nice enough. If -- very literal.
Ah. The detective AI. I've met him but only the once. [He nods.] Sense I got of him was a good one.
An' I got plenty'a fiction to support him bein' otherwise, but I got enough sense to know better than to trust the stories. Each man to his own story.. No matter where he comes from. I hope y'all get on well.
Fiction about robots. Many many different stories. Some good, some bad.
But yeah, AI, Artificial intelligence. Very controversial, even in my time and smartest robots we got are our phones. Nothin' as.. developed or advanced as anything close to what Connor's ancestors were based off of.
Though I feel like it's impolite to say such a thing to him, no matter how factual it might be.
I don't think we have any kind of robots where I'm from, advanced or simple. In fact, I hadn't realized that's what Connor was. We have some stories about them, but nothing much...
[He shrugs, eyebrows flicking up.]
But then, we have all kinds of creatures here, beyond just the human.
Here, we've got the whole gamut, aside from the religious extremes but I also haven't meet everyone. Plent'a opportunity to be wrong.
Robots got nothin' on Vampires or mermaids or werewolves. Fairies, hell. But there's more humans than just you and I, so I don't feel any particular kind of way about it.
S'all mythos and legend to me and I figure all them stories have a base somewhere. Maybe we're just getting to see those bases.
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Ah-- Raylan, I'll be honest. I'm not the sort of person who wouldn't feel jealous if my lover took too much interest in someone else.
[And there is a part of him that feels, even though Zhu Bajie hadn't been intimate with anyone, that his dedication to rescuing Jedao had been, in a strange way, unfaithful to Kanan.
But she hadn't existed in his memories then. Nothing could really have been a betrayal.]
I still think that it's ridiculous to react that way. Did he expect you to be faithful without remembering him?
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Which is ironic on it's own; my office was.. [He let out a bitter little laugh and rubbed at his eyes.]
Once upon a time, a very stupid man let his ex-wife walk back in and restarted a doomed relationship that resulted, eventually, in my little girl. But she left me two months into the pregnancy, with a two sentence note to welcome me home from a long and dangerous day of work. The office knew she left before I did. They knew.. everythin' I ended up doin' for one reason or another. Knew when my last girlfriend ripped up ten thousand dollars for her goddamned husband- [He stopped himself and took a deep breath and a fairly controlled sip of his whiskey.]
Like I said. This is just. Par for my courses.
[He did not expect and staunchly did not want pity, which was why he didn't talk about it normally. Gonou had just caught him in one of his worse periods.]
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After the moment has passed, he sets the mug back down on the table.]
... It sounds to me as though you tend to give your heart to people who won't take care with it, Raylan.
It doesn't make you stupid.
But I think you deserve to take better care of yourself than that.
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Raylan emptied his cup again. How many had this been? When was the last time he slept or ate? It didn't matter, really. There was no real work to distract him and the chickens were easy to mind, no matter his state.
A few days from now, some broken ribs would throw a huge wrench into all this self loathing and abuse anyway.]
If I were any more careful, I'd be a virgin. Life is fulla heartbreak and betrayal, G. That's just the way it is.
Happiness of any kind oughta be grabbed and held onto while it's there, 'fore it slips out of your fingers like a fist full of sand in the water.
I'll be fine, if that's what you're worried about. Ain't the first time I've been left. Ain't gonna be the last.
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[He'd chosen to love someone who he knew would never betray him, and he'd lost her anyway in the end. There are no guarantees.]
But that's all the more reason to be careful. I think I'd rather not snatch for happiness if I know it's going to dissolve in my hands, myself.
[With a tiny quirk of a smile, lifting his mug to salute Raylan, he murmurs:]
Perhaps that makes you braver than I am.
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[He couldn't stop himself from cheersing back before huffing a breath and biting at his bottom lip.]
Maybe it makes me desperate. Or stupid. Or a... sad mix of both.
But it's worth it. In my opinion. Too much ugliness and heartbreak out there to let it slip by. We all deserve some happiness, no matter how fleeting it is. Makes everything else.. worth it.
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Still, I hope you manage to find some happiness again soon. [He quirks a brief smile at Raylan. There's no need to add, with someone who'll treat you well; it would, he suspects, only come off as an insult to the most recent lost love. And there's no real proof, it sounds like, that Tim had even meant to leave.
People do disappear.]
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Mm,[Came the hum, the polite, warm bob and lift of his features.] I ain't dead yet, right?
[It wouldn't have been taken as an insult. In truth, he knew it was abuse, just like it had been with Winona but saying it, accepting it in the forefront was unthinkable. Too many variables and none of which would ever find him on top of them in terms of power.
And he hates that Gonou knows it.]
Besides, I can't complain. Whiskey keeps me warm. Could be worse. He coulda stolen my hat. [The remark was given a little airily as he took another drink, swallowing down the less than kind sentiment.]
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[Unlike the inmates. But it's uncharitable to think that, Gonou supposes: he, like the other inmates, has been given the chance to live again. Whether or not he chooses to take any of the opportunities that gives him... is his choice.
Some he will, he's sure. Others, he's not as sure. Opening himself up to the vulnerabilities of love, even if it didn't feel like a betrayal of Kanan's very recent memory, may be too much vulnerability to endure.
After a moment, he forces himself to match Raylan's airy tone, and adds:]
Ah, is the hat the source of your powers, then?
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[This, this he could do. Pretend like it was all fine, like he could move and breathe normally, like he needed to prove to himself that he could still do that. Always the exercise of seeing if he remembered how to ride that specific bike.]
I never got around to askin' before; kinda rude, but considerin' how far into all this we are.. It alright if I ask what happened to your eye? You store all your shit under that eyepatch?
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I... gave it away.
Mostly it was just to convince someone to get out of my way. It did work.
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A hellva sacrifice. I won't ask if it was worth it - any man give up his eye, it must be worth it.
Not too many issues with depth perception? I've seen folk with glass eyes before but honestly, the patch is the better way to go. Much more.. badass.
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So I haven't had to navigate at any distance further than one edge of the deck to the other....
[He ducks his head.]
I've thought about glass eyes, in fact. I'm not sure where I'd get one on the Barge.
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The Admiral, like or not. Your warden. Might be worth considerin'. All this weird tech, space magic, I bet they could get you one that looks real. Or hell, might even work. Everything else the Admiral can do, why not ask for the moon?
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It's just vanity, anyway, isn't it?
[A little quirk of a smile, and he shrugs at Raylan.]
Unless I ask for a false eye that can really see, and I think that's -- that's going a little too far. It's not as if it was an accident.
[And, in a strange way, he feels as if he doesn't deserve to undo it. It had been an attempt at atonement, in its own way, even if ineffective and unappreciated. He'd been trying to pay for what he'd done.
Something like that can't just be undone with a little favor.]
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I don't think its vanity. No more than someone who's lost any other limb to have a prosthetic.
[He could have elaborated. Gone on about feeling whole or something, but the truth of it was that he had no idea, beyond 'likely extremely complicated'.]
No. It wasn't. I can- [No Raylan, not 'see', bad taste.] understand why replacing it might be.. a betrayal of the sacrifice of it.
Maybe someday you'll consider it. And there's nothin' lost if you don't. [The last thing Raylan wanted to do was push something unwanted, especially when it was all so sensitive.]
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[And he doubts he'd object to figures of speech other than to be difficult, even if he'd given up both eyes.]
Maybe I'll consider a glass eye, at least. Someday.
[He shrugs and finishes off the whiskey in his mug in a single swig.]
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He let a few beats of silence pass and pointedly doesn't refill Gonou's cup. Not because he was encouraging anyone to leave, but Gonou was young. And he had already been hitting it pretty hard.]
I got paired with Roman before the breech. Who'd you get set up with?
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He's fairly sure he can't get drunk for the same reason that he'd been able to heal from a belly wound that should have been a death sentence, and he's not planning to dwell on those or any other effects becoming youkai might have had on him. He simply curls his hands around the empty cup, instead, running his thumb absently over the edge of the handle.]
Connor. I believe he only recently graduated? He seems nice enough. If -- very literal.
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An' I got plenty'a fiction to support him bein' otherwise, but I got enough sense to know better than to trust the stories. Each man to his own story.. No matter where he comes from. I hope y'all get on well.
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[Or other than nice? Gonou blinks, briefly curious.]
'AI.' Artificial intelligence? [He's heard the term from Jacobi, but hadn't connected it to Connor, who'd seemed human enough in their conversation.]
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Fiction about robots. Many many different stories. Some good, some bad.
But yeah, AI, Artificial intelligence. Very controversial, even in my time and smartest robots we got are our phones. Nothin' as.. developed or advanced as anything close to what Connor's ancestors were based off of.
Though I feel like it's impolite to say such a thing to him, no matter how factual it might be.
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[He shrugs, eyebrows flicking up.]
But then, we have all kinds of creatures here, beyond just the human.
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Robots got nothin' on Vampires or mermaids or werewolves. Fairies, hell. But there's more humans than just you and I, so I don't feel any particular kind of way about it.
S'all mythos and legend to me and I figure all them stories have a base somewhere. Maybe we're just getting to see those bases.
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[He inclines his head, just a little.]
Religious extremes... ah, if you mean angels and demons, I do know we at least have demons on board.
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holy hell, im so sorry this got lost
No worries! <3
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