He nods, and he swallows before clearing his throat. "Yeah, um. Thank— thank you." He stuffs his hands into his roo pocket awkwardly.
"My tribe, back home, is, um. They're dying." She didn't ask, but he's telling her anyway, because suddenly he needs to explain himself. "This woman used concrete powers to hurt them to try to get to me, and the only way to save them was to use those same powers." Seeing them, concrete shards sticking out of their legs and arms, their bodies, had been brutal. "So my brother and I went to find the woman. I can copy powers, so I set out. I'd get the powers from her, and save the tribe, or die trying." He lifts one hand, pulling up a little smoke ball. "And I did it. I got her powers. I took her out. And not only did I lose my brother, but I got here before I could even head back to the tribe."
His voice breaks a little on the last word, and he takes a deep breath to try to quash down the rush of grief he's been fighting back since watching him fall into the Pacific, wrapped in his heavy, concrete coffin. He clenches his hand into a fist, and the smoke heats up and flashes bright with fire before he gets it under control again.
"I thought I lost my brother for nothing, y'know? I'm here and the tribe's gonna die, and Reggie's dead for nothing. But if there's another me back home—" Then maybe it isn't for nothing, and Betty and the rest of the Akomish are safe.
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Date: 2014-06-30 01:21 pm (UTC)"My tribe, back home, is, um. They're dying." She didn't ask, but he's telling her anyway, because suddenly he needs to explain himself. "This woman used concrete powers to hurt them to try to get to me, and the only way to save them was to use those same powers." Seeing them, concrete shards sticking out of their legs and arms, their bodies, had been brutal. "So my brother and I went to find the woman. I can copy powers, so I set out. I'd get the powers from her, and save the tribe, or die trying." He lifts one hand, pulling up a little smoke ball. "And I did it. I got her powers. I took her out. And not only did I lose my brother, but I got here before I could even head back to the tribe."
His voice breaks a little on the last word, and he takes a deep breath to try to quash down the rush of grief he's been fighting back since watching him fall into the Pacific, wrapped in his heavy, concrete coffin. He clenches his hand into a fist, and the smoke heats up and flashes bright with fire before he gets it under control again.
"I thought I lost my brother for nothing, y'know? I'm here and the tribe's gonna die, and Reggie's dead for nothing. But if there's another me back home—" Then maybe it isn't for nothing, and Betty and the rest of the Akomish are safe.