dion, for his part, kind of looks like he wants to die on the spot. it's one thing to have his mistakes and failures put on display for a third party to witness, but another to have a relationship so intimate and close to his heart shared with someone he barely knows.
he wants to look away, though there is no where else in this rift, but the... tone of gregor's voice catches his attention. ]
[ even if he hadn't voluntarily shared the memory, gregor's words do many him feel somewhat lighter; less awkward ]
... That was the last I saw of him. I left the army with instructions to continue on in my absence and left to join a rebel group in their final mission.
the force and the distortion of the memory has dion stumbling backwards, confused and as nauseous as that version of gregor had been. he raises a hand to his mouth, mind fixating on the disfigured fighters, and the bodies crushed under a giant hand.
ugh. ]
Gregor... You... [ he closes his eyes briefly. ] ... You were taken so young.
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dion, for his part, kind of looks like he wants to die on the spot. it's one thing to have his mistakes and failures put on display for a third party to witness, but another to have a relationship so intimate and close to his heart shared with someone he barely knows.
he wants to look away, though there is no where else in this rift, but the... tone of gregor's voice catches his attention. ]
... You needn't worry yourself overmuch, Gregor.
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[boy, does he. this week is becoming an experience, for fucking sure.]
...sorry that happened, too. There's-- never any good choices in war.
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[ well, no. it isn't. but it's easier for him to relax when he's not the only one showing such emotion. ]
It is but one of many regrets.
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[but it's quiet, not prodding or anything. just-- you know. he knows how these situations go.
(not fully, though. he's never... well, he can't say he often ends up that close with anyone.)]
...what ended up happening?
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... That was the last I saw of him. I left the army with instructions to continue on in my absence and left to join a rebel group in their final mission.
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['the last i saw of him' could be before getting dragged here, or before...
well.]
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[he exhales a breath, there. shit.]
At least it won't be for long, right? Then you should be able to get back to business.
...maybe see him again sometime.
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[ yeah, he's definitely expecting to die. ]
Your concern over my relationships is most... Well, surprising, though positively so. I would be glad to offer you counsel at any time in return.
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I mean, I don't really... have any relationships to be counseled about, Dion, but I appreciate the offer anyway.
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anyway, ] That hardly seems true. I have observed that you're rather close with many others here.
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[ thinks ]
Though admittedly the tactics you can employ are somewhat different...
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[he may not have experience but he knows how things work.]
Feels like my platonic relationships are just fine, though?
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thinks about rodion and greg fighting during execution ]
I am glad to hear it. They are precious connections.
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[aww. but the void will have none of this. the void really has it out for them bc you told me to hit you.
https://youtu.be/PSbSwSIRUoQ?si=-BaCsyxPC3eXYeJC&t=5070 I'm mobile okay. through 1:43:30.]
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the force and the distortion of the memory has dion stumbling backwards, confused and as nauseous as that version of gregor had been. he raises a hand to his mouth, mind fixating on the disfigured fighters, and the bodies crushed under a giant hand.
ugh. ]
Gregor... You... [ he closes his eyes briefly. ] ... You were taken so young.
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...yeah. It's not-- uncommon. Some places... you don't get much choice.
[he never has. my own free will never played much of a role in my life.]
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[ he's starting to sound angry]
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[a little shake of his head.]
-I did, but. Gets rough in some parts.
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[short, to the point. there's-- nothing else to say about it, really.]
Lost my sister, a while back. She'd be about Yuri's age.
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[ squeezes his shoulder ]
Then... if I may ask... your arm. It was done to you in that facility? With the apple?
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[some 'gift' that was.]
I'm their most successful experiment. The rest, they have extra mutations, more side effects, but... for the most part, I've just got this arm.
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