His fleeing slows to a stop. This is not a great week for him. His own, but also in dealing with others. Things he feels like he shouldn't see or learn about anyone else here. Good, bad, doesn't matter.
For a long moment, he debates whether he wants to keep walking or acknowledge it. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder at Mikazuki. He isn't sure... he enjoys learning about the swords he had grown bitter about on the island. It makes it harder. Naturally.]
[he should've kept walking. mikazuki wouldn't have minded. for him, he pauses and looks up to the sky as if it will give him some answer. some additional note of interest.]
... rebellion looks better on you than it does me.
[Please, if the sky actually gives some answers like that, tell Jason. He needs to look at the sky more then.]
Dunno. People look at me and expect it. It's never a surprise. People look at you? Always catches them unexpectedly.
[His head jerks up. There's more stardust, and he hates it, and what's more, hates how fast it comes. He flinches like he's going to book it, though there isn't any point.
Surely Mikazuki remembers what it felt like to be swirthed. Being in the Pit is only a little different.]
this really is other people's reaction to swirthing i'm shaking
anyway mikazuki will blink away the stardust, trying to make sense of the new memories in his head. a cant of his head, curious, before he turns to jason todd]
.... are you alright?
[considering how jumpy he was about personal shit,]
Thankfully, this one wasn't quite as bad as the other ones being tossed around, so he's at least not hyperventilating. He does look tense, though, in how white his knuckles are from his fists. He clenches and unclenches them slowly.]
[He looks so sus, but maybe this isn't surprising for him. His eyes study Mikazuki's face, then the hands... He glances around like he's paranoid, then he looks at Mikazuki's face again as he... gives Mikazuki... his hands...]
[He hesitates, but this is expected. He draws his hands back to himself, exhaling slowly.]
They're assassins. They want to... Their whole shtick is to cleanse the world and make it a better place. The catch is, to do that, they want to cull about eighty percent of the population. So the world can reset.
They want to be at the top, though. Of the new world.
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His fleeing slows to a stop. This is not a great week for him. His own, but also in dealing with others. Things he feels like he shouldn't see or learn about anyone else here. Good, bad, doesn't matter.
For a long moment, he debates whether he wants to keep walking or acknowledge it. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder at Mikazuki. He isn't sure... he enjoys learning about the swords he had grown bitter about on the island. It makes it harder. Naturally.]
...Guess I'm not the only bad boy of the family.
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... rebellion looks better on you than it does me.
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Dunno. People look at me and expect it. It's never a surprise. People look at you? Always catches them unexpectedly.
[His head jerks up. There's more stardust, and he hates it, and what's more, hates how fast it comes. He flinches like he's going to book it, though there isn't any point.
Surely Mikazuki remembers what it felt like to be swirthed. Being in the Pit is only a little different.]
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this really is other people's reaction to swirthing i'm shaking
anyway mikazuki will blink away the stardust, trying to make sense of the new memories in his head. a cant of his head, curious, before he turns to jason todd]
.... are you alright?
[considering how jumpy he was about personal shit,]
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Thankfully, this one wasn't quite as bad as the other ones being tossed around, so he's at least not hyperventilating. He does look tense, though, in how white his knuckles are from his fists. He clenches and unclenches them slowly.]
...Yeah. I guess.
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hold his hands out? both of them, palms up. but it's a slow movement, like he's waiting for jason to decide if he wants to trust him]
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but mikazuki will accept jason's hands, and simply squeeze them once, gently. like a grandfather.]
I am glad you are here, and no longer there.
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Very Alfred.]
In the Pit, or the League? Maybe it did me some good.
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... do you think so?
I recall a friend saying to me once - that the sad moments make us who we are.
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[MAYBE ASSASSIN IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT ON YOUR RESUME, JASON.]
Just didn't have my ideals.
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[he's curious where the mismatch lies]
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They're assassins. They want to... Their whole shtick is to cleanse the world and make it a better place. The catch is, to do that, they want to cull about eighty percent of the population. So the world can reset.
They want to be at the top, though. Of the new world.