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[ It's not a bad thing he says, but there's something strange about hearing it. Ruka knows that things are different, and have been for a while — it crops every time she has to talk about people she knew, or people she lost, and the way things happened. Of course she was treated the way she was; with the kind of person she was, it was what she deserved.
When he says it like that, though, it makes her feel seen in a way she isn't expecting — because if he can see the change now, then it means he was able to see what she was like, back then (even if, to him, it was only however-many relative months ago that she vanished). It hadn't felt like anyone could see her, back then.
Maybe her own vision was a lot cloudier than she thought.
She says nothing to this, though; she watches Tadashi with an open sense of not-quite surprise, not-quite confusion, before eventually settling on a simple sort of realization, a little hm sound that she chases with a sip of her own coffee. It's strange, being remembered in a way that matters. ]
Um, they had me in a couple places. I was in De Chima before I moved to Jeopardy, last year, after it appeared. But with... everything that happened, and... is happening, I guess, it wasn't a good idea for me to stay there, so I'm back in Heropa.
[ Does he know? Does he not know? (Did he just forget to say, or was there a reason to skip it? She would have thought...) ]
... For right now, I'm crashing at Jaime's place.
When he says it like that, though, it makes her feel seen in a way she isn't expecting — because if he can see the change now, then it means he was able to see what she was like, back then (even if, to him, it was only however-many relative months ago that she vanished). It hadn't felt like anyone could see her, back then.
Maybe her own vision was a lot cloudier than she thought.
She says nothing to this, though; she watches Tadashi with an open sense of not-quite surprise, not-quite confusion, before eventually settling on a simple sort of realization, a little hm sound that she chases with a sip of her own coffee. It's strange, being remembered in a way that matters. ]
Um, they had me in a couple places. I was in De Chima before I moved to Jeopardy, last year, after it appeared. But with... everything that happened, and... is happening, I guess, it wasn't a good idea for me to stay there, so I'm back in Heropa.
[ Does he know? Does he not know? (Did he just forget to say, or was there a reason to skip it? She would have thought...) ]
... For right now, I'm crashing at Jaime's place.
[She says she's crashing at Jaime's lace, and Tadashi's whole face seems to light up. He's relieved, they both have someone close that understand all this shit about coming and going.]
I'm really glad. [His friends being friends!!! It makes him happy.]
But come to think of it, when did Jeopardy come up? It definitely wasn't around when I was before.
I'm really glad. [His friends being friends!!! It makes him happy.]
But come to think of it, when did Jeopardy come up? It definitely wasn't around when I was before.
[ Relief is a little strange; who is that for? For her, maybe? She knows Tadashi and Jaime were closer than Tadashi and her had been, but he'd been worried about her too much back then; she can hardly imagine anyone on the outside looking at her and thinking that Jaime was the one being helped.
She's probably overthinking it. ]
Yeah, it was after I got back. Last year. Halloween, I think? It's hard to check, since the world history got rewritten with it. As far as the people born in this world are concerned, it's always been there. [ Her nose scrunches. ] Something like that happened back in the City, too, when I was a kid. Same kind of thing.
She's probably overthinking it. ]
Yeah, it was after I got back. Last year. Halloween, I think? It's hard to check, since the world history got rewritten with it. As far as the people born in this world are concerned, it's always been there. [ Her nose scrunches. ] Something like that happened back in the City, too, when I was a kid. Same kind of thing.
Weird. [Even if she says there's a precedent from that previous... place, it's still weird. An entire world's history rewritten with its appearance...
Maybe there was a chance--
His head jerks with a not-quite-full shake of his head. He has to stop that thought in its tracks. He'd been down that road with his brother and everyone once already. It's over, they failed. Tadashi knows Ruka can likely feel his frustration, but he tries to hide it behind his mug all the same as he takes another sip.]
What else have I missed?
Maybe there was a chance--
His head jerks with a not-quite-full shake of his head. He has to stop that thought in its tracks. He'd been down that road with his brother and everyone once already. It's over, they failed. Tadashi knows Ruka can likely feel his frustration, but he tries to hide it behind his mug all the same as he takes another sip.]
What else have I missed?
[ It's a feeling that skims past her, like a cold fog, or like a strange muck of algae in dark water—something unpleasant, irritable, but pushed away without much thought. If Tadashi looks up, he'll see the question of it in her face, a light furrowing of her brow and a more intent stare, but the moment he provides a topic, her expression clears, the moment passed. ]
Jeez. I don't know... it's a lot of the usual chaos, you know? Things go boom, we try to fix things, we recoup. And with all this... the rest, it kinda pales in comparison.
[ It's been a hard few years for everyone, but it's a miserable time, recounting disaster after disaster. A person sticks around long enough and they go through enough of their own, and what's there to say but oh, that sucks, I'm sorry? She thinks, rolling back the months, the years, and— ]
Oh... yeah. There is something you should know. About Jaime.
Jeez. I don't know... it's a lot of the usual chaos, you know? Things go boom, we try to fix things, we recoup. And with all this... the rest, it kinda pales in comparison.
[ It's been a hard few years for everyone, but it's a miserable time, recounting disaster after disaster. A person sticks around long enough and they go through enough of their own, and what's there to say but oh, that sucks, I'm sorry? She thinks, rolling back the months, the years, and— ]
Oh... yeah. There is something you should know. About Jaime.
[He's not surprised by that at all. Whatever the Porter does, whoever it brings, this place does tend to attract a lot of destruction just as much as it brings people who want to fix it.
But Jaime-- His eyes dart up to her at that.]
What about him?
But Jaime-- His eyes dart up to her at that.]
What about him?
It's... [ How to phrase it... ] ... it's alright now, of course, but... something pretty rough did happen, last year. But, it's the kind of thing Jaime would want to tell you about himself, you know? It might just... take him a minute, to work up the nerve.
[ She says it with a patience meant to defuser — it's nothing dire, and nothing exceeding tragic, in the end. It's just... something that happened. Her shoulders shrug a little. ]
But, if you try digging back through the Network, you might see it yourself, and... I don't think that's how either of you would want it to happen. It's, I mean, it is okay now. He's... doing a lot better.
[ She says it with a patience meant to defuser — it's nothing dire, and nothing exceeding tragic, in the end. It's just... something that happened. Her shoulders shrug a little. ]
But, if you try digging back through the Network, you might see it yourself, and... I don't think that's how either of you would want it to happen. It's, I mean, it is okay now. He's... doing a lot better.
[Something about the way Ruka is explaining this and wording it has Tadashi worried. Jaime had seemed fine when he found him in the maze - overwhelmed and confused to see him, sure, but fine. So what happened?
Normally he'd take the hint and talk to Jaime himself about it.
Normally he's not already dead with only two people who remember he existed.]
I'll keep it in mind. [When he was going through the network to find out how long he'd been gone, there'd been a sort of blip he scrolled past, chalked up to something triggering a memory of a dream he'd had. Maybe, maybe...]
Thanks for letting me know, Ruka.
Normally he'd take the hint and talk to Jaime himself about it.
Normally he's not already dead with only two people who remember he existed.]
I'll keep it in mind. [When he was going through the network to find out how long he'd been gone, there'd been a sort of blip he scrolled past, chalked up to something triggering a memory of a dream he'd had. Maybe, maybe...]
Thanks for letting me know, Ruka.
Yeah. It was last year, so it's not really a big deal anymore, but... Sometimes you want the chance to tell your own story, right?
... You're the same way, I think. Just because other people know something about you, it doesn't mean you want them to tell people for you.
[ She picks up her mug, swirling the coffee a little for pause; she doesn't look at him as she mulls over there rest, but her voice has the same sort of soft, comforting tone as before. ]
You can tell him I told you that much, if you want to open the door for him. I think it'll be good for both of you.
[ Tadashi knew Ruka, when she was here before. She hadn't been gone that long before he left, and she hadn't been absent for a terrible gap before that. They may not have been close, but they talked a lot, and Hiro certainly held her in some regard. She's always been a perceptive sort; she's always been able to figure out more than what was told, and for all her abrasions and distances back then, it didn't hide how much she cared about people. How much she's wanted to help, in her own way.
There's no guile to her now, no evasive coldness. Tadashi has likely never heard her speak with this clarity of care before. ]
He really missed you, you know.
... You're the same way, I think. Just because other people know something about you, it doesn't mean you want them to tell people for you.
[ She picks up her mug, swirling the coffee a little for pause; she doesn't look at him as she mulls over there rest, but her voice has the same sort of soft, comforting tone as before. ]
You can tell him I told you that much, if you want to open the door for him. I think it'll be good for both of you.
[ Tadashi knew Ruka, when she was here before. She hadn't been gone that long before he left, and she hadn't been absent for a terrible gap before that. They may not have been close, but they talked a lot, and Hiro certainly held her in some regard. She's always been a perceptive sort; she's always been able to figure out more than what was told, and for all her abrasions and distances back then, it didn't hide how much she cared about people. How much she's wanted to help, in her own way.
There's no guile to her now, no evasive coldness. Tadashi has likely never heard her speak with this clarity of care before. ]
He really missed you, you know.
[She's right about that. Tadashi had been, not insulted, but felt violated when he found out people knew his fate before he even got here. And that wasn't anyone's fault. He just had to deal with it and move on.
He's already been half-reaching for his phone so he could talk with her and use his power to find that post again. But her saying that catches him and he'll... wait. He'll see if it's even something Jaime wants to revisit to tell him. If he doesn't, then that's that. He'll leave it alone.
He wasn't wrong though: Ruka has changed. For the better, he thinks. He's glad for it.]
[Tadashi's voice is small when he finally speaks again in response to that:] ....I didn't mean to leave.
He's already been half-reaching for his phone so he could talk with her and use his power to find that post again. But her saying that catches him and he'll... wait. He'll see if it's even something Jaime wants to revisit to tell him. If he doesn't, then that's that. He'll leave it alone.
He wasn't wrong though: Ruka has changed. For the better, he thinks. He's glad for it.]
[Tadashi's voice is small when he finally speaks again in response to that:] ....I didn't mean to leave.
... I know.
[ And that's the tragedy of it, isn't it? Some people, like Tadashi, are brought to this world when they have no future anywhere else. Some, like Ruka, like Jaime, they stay too long, and change too much, that whatever "future" their original worlds hold isn't theirs anymore. It belongs to someone else — some other version of them that doesn't know these pains, these losses. There are other people, too, in similar circumstances — people that find new callings, new reasons to live, who ... find the people they fit with. The ones that, somehow, seem like they were always supposed to belong together.
And nobody gets to choose who stays, or who goes. Nobody decides who gets to come back, or when. Nobody remains forever.
Every existence is fragile. The world itself is a wounded, delicate place, even now on the verge of destruction — but from one night to morning, anyone's whole world could end, if someone leaves.
Under the table, Ruka bumps the toe of her shoe against Tadashi's, an unseen call for attention. ]
It's rare, to come back. To remember. To... have even one person left, who missed us.
[ For Tadashi, it's Jaime. For Ruka, it had been Mitchell Hundred, of all people, and the loss is still strange in a way she can't quantify. There are others who have come back, too, to only one friend, to two. Some, who come back to no one at all. By nature, the story of any one imPort is a tragedy. ]
... It's hard to lose that much time, and so many people. Even some of the lucky ones can't recover from that. ... But... I wonder, sometimes... if we're brought forward like this, because... the things we need, or that we're needed for, just don't exist yet... and we wouldn't be able to endure the wait.
...
[ She sips her coffee, and shrugs. ]
... I'm glad you were brought back.
[ And that's the tragedy of it, isn't it? Some people, like Tadashi, are brought to this world when they have no future anywhere else. Some, like Ruka, like Jaime, they stay too long, and change too much, that whatever "future" their original worlds hold isn't theirs anymore. It belongs to someone else — some other version of them that doesn't know these pains, these losses. There are other people, too, in similar circumstances — people that find new callings, new reasons to live, who ... find the people they fit with. The ones that, somehow, seem like they were always supposed to belong together.
And nobody gets to choose who stays, or who goes. Nobody decides who gets to come back, or when. Nobody remains forever.
Every existence is fragile. The world itself is a wounded, delicate place, even now on the verge of destruction — but from one night to morning, anyone's whole world could end, if someone leaves.
Under the table, Ruka bumps the toe of her shoe against Tadashi's, an unseen call for attention. ]
It's rare, to come back. To remember. To... have even one person left, who missed us.
[ For Tadashi, it's Jaime. For Ruka, it had been Mitchell Hundred, of all people, and the loss is still strange in a way she can't quantify. There are others who have come back, too, to only one friend, to two. Some, who come back to no one at all. By nature, the story of any one imPort is a tragedy. ]
... It's hard to lose that much time, and so many people. Even some of the lucky ones can't recover from that. ... But... I wonder, sometimes... if we're brought forward like this, because... the things we need, or that we're needed for, just don't exist yet... and we wouldn't be able to endure the wait.
...
[ She sips her coffee, and shrugs. ]
... I'm glad you were brought back.
[He knows he's lucky in that regard. When he found himself here, at the military facility, he had expected either no time to have passed at all and everyone was here, or for too much time and no one to know him. He was pleasantly surprised - relieved - when he saw Jaime and Ruka's names. Relieved to see Nico's name too, but he knows how the boy doesn't remember him from before.
He sips his coffee in turn, shifting his foot at the touch. A welcome moment of familiarity bringing him out of his thoughts (and new for Ruka too, he has to stop comparing her to the way he knew her before, it's been 3 years). He does manage a smile for her.]
Considering the alternative is not existing... I'm glad I was brought back too.
He sips his coffee in turn, shifting his foot at the touch. A welcome moment of familiarity bringing him out of his thoughts (and new for Ruka too, he has to stop comparing her to the way he knew her before, it's been 3 years). He does manage a smile for her.]
Considering the alternative is not existing... I'm glad I was brought back too.
[ Carol isn't really on top of her Christmas giving this year, but she still wants to get something for the people she shares a house with. So, Ruka will find outside her bedroom door a small basket with a gift card to the nearest coffee shop (which happens to be in the same building as the gas station convenience store), along with a few scratch tickets. ]
It's pretty brief -- seven seconds of actual content, a little lag on the front, and that's mostly because the audio is so damn aggressive. The shrieking and bellowing roar beneath it is indistinct, and it gets sharply cut off by a just-as-loud SHINNNG that is timed with the sight of a gold ring on a chain and the vibrant light that overtakes the frame.
One black frame later, the sight is of someone angelic -- in more ways than one, if the feathery white that obscures a hellish maw is to be believed. Things move a bit slower, as if someone started a slow-motion capture.
It's just two seconds, though, and even though his mouth moves, there's no sound but the ringing echo of that radiant light's interruption.
One black frame later, the sight is of someone angelic -- in more ways than one, if the feathery white that obscures a hellish maw is to be believed. Things move a bit slower, as if someone started a slow-motion capture.
It's just two seconds, though, and even though his mouth moves, there's no sound but the ringing echo of that radiant light's interruption.
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