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You'll forgive me, I'm sure, if I confess that I'd rather not play ball. [ And yes, he knows — it's a bad joke, though no less pertinent. ]
Not that languishing is ideal, either, but the prospects all seem rather bleak, considering that your go-to option is a tin can in space. That said, I do admit to an interest in—
—never mind. The matter is best left alone, I think.
Not that languishing is ideal, either, but the prospects all seem rather bleak, considering that your go-to option is a tin can in space. That said, I do admit to an interest in—
—never mind. The matter is best left alone, I think.
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Space is overrated, though. Been there, done that.
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And, no, I imagine such confined quarters don't provide the best use of one's vacation days.
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The name's Blonsky, by the way. Emil Blonsky.
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I'm a soldier. Been in the army my whole life.
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I assume it's been a rewarding profession, for you to have kept on for so long?
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[Blonsky shrugs slightly, not really sure what to say there. Rewarding or not, being a soldier is simply what he does.]
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[ He manages a quick smile, then, in a half-hearted attempt at levity. ]
I'm sure you understand that.
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Yeah, I guess it'd depend on the circumstance. [ He tries to smile back at the comment, but instead just manages a somewhat awkward look. ] At least in space, you could test whatever you wanted pretty safely.
[ A beat. ] Um. Not that I'm saying you know, that you'd need to be, you know, alone, or anything, just space is good to test things, different measurements, [ Insert wild gesturing. ] ---yep. Or maybe you could just ask her to send you somewhere else. That works too.
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Of course, of course. And how has your luck served you so far? If you don't mind the inquiry.
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[Dr. Connors, meet Dr. Beckett; space-doctor.]
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Ah — it was wrong of me to presume. You've much personal experience on the matter?
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[A hand gets offered]
I'm Dr. Carson Beckett.
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People can go there?
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...Afterlife, I mean. Because I'm a ghost.
So... creepy magical castle that likes to kidnap people from different worlds and eat things that are important to them. Frankly, I'd take a spaceship over that.
(ninja)
yeah, seeing Dr. Connors again after everything, after what happened. after her father-
this isn't.
how she thought she would feel. ]
Yes. Yes, maybe it should be left alone.
[ this is fear. and it's anger, and and and it's resentment and heartbreak, and she doesn't know what she feels, she can't pick. ]
Maybe it just really, really needs to be left alone.
[ she shouldn't be here, talking to him. not now. but.
dear mun,
f u.
no love,
gwen. ]
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But regret changes nothing, and it is far too little to amend for such a loss. He has some experience in that arena, at least.)
At a momentary loss, he bows his head, though he does his best to keep her gaze. She'd been so promising, and a great help, and considering how he'd repaid her for it in the end, it's the least he can do. ]
Miss Stacy. I hadn't expected our paths to cross again.
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[ she can't cry in front of him, she won't let herself show that much emotion, not anymore. maybe once upon a time ( really not that long ago ) she had felt close enough to her mentor to let true emotions like that show - professional, always, but science could be an emotional subject at times, believe it or not. when you're invested in something so much, when things go right or wrong and the results consume you. Gwen wasn't afraid to let herself be emotional over their work - but now it just feels foreign. like she would be crying in front of a stranger.
however, when all is said and done, not being emotional in front of him meant not being angry, either. she could be civil. maybe. she could try. she takes a slow breath. ]
H-How are you? How's, um. Do you feel- better?
[ 'back to normal' she means, but maybe that's a bad question because really, who could truly come back from that? ]
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Reputations, friendships, relationships — built with time and care, destroyed in a matter of instants. The proof stands directly before him. ]
Better, [ he says, though the answer is more absent than not. (He's in no position to bemoan his state.) ]
And I believe I— I owe you an apology.
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[ but it's not okay, and it was his fault. that's why this hurts so much. so at first she just shakes her head, trying to clear out that need to settle things, convince everyone ( including herself ) that it's fine, it's okay. the weird part is that on some level, she still respects him. she can't yell or vent or do that teenager thing where she says all the wrong things, anything to make him feel worse, make him feel just as horrible as she does. she just can't.
so instead she swallows it all down, keeps her eyes level. tries to. ]
You didn't mean to hurt anyone, I do know that. The Lizard... That monster, it wasn't you. It wasn't. Because I know you, and you- you wouldn't have hurt anyone. And especially not my father. [ not me. ]
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Thank you, [ he begins, the words immediately followed by a stilted pause as he tries to put his next few sentences together. ] But — you are much, much too kind. As grand a metaphor as it may be, Jekyll must account for Hyde and— and so too must I account for the Lizard. Words cannot mend the damage done, but I am truly sorry.
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[ it's all she can manage at first, her throat tight and dry, and she can't figure out how to keep herself composed. she wants to do this, she needs this closure, but she doesn't need to make a mess of things, somehow make it worse. ]
Um.
[ talk. talk this out. make sense of it, make it real, move forward. it's so last gical and easy in her head but she can't find the words. ]
I want to forgive you. I want to be able to trust you again, like before, and to- to- [ breathe ] It's just going to take time? But I don't know how long that might be.
[ her eyes blur, so she looks down, likely deaging herself by too much, making her seem small or fragile, but she has to look away ]
Can you promise me you're okay again? That you won't-- If you'll be on that ship, if you'll be there with the labs and our research, will you be able to- [ resist it. keep control. ] I just need to know.
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He doesn't bother trying to make excuses. Ratha's intentions had been terrible, certainly, and Connors had had the best intentions at heart, but he had still taken the serum by choice. He had known that it hadn't yet been ready to test upon human subjects, and though his initial outburst had been to stop human testing from going through, hadn't he also had a choice when it came to taking the formula again? He'd been misguided, so blinded by the illusion of success that he'd allowed his own voice to be drowned out by that of his ambition.
Yes, he wants his arm back, but not at that kind of cost. ]
I promise.
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she looks up again, takes another deep breath. she's not sure how people deal with things like this, how adults do it. do you learn how to control yourself better, the older you get, the longer you deal with things? because right now all she can focus on are the fifty different emotional reactions she wants to unleash, but knows better than to let herself. but that likely shows all over her face, and that's the part she wants to learn to erase. that vulnerability, that tell-tale sign that she's hurt over something that can't be undone.
so she'll try and change the subject, to something less personal ( ...well, for her, oops ) so she can get a hold over herself. ]
I do think there's still hope. In your work, your ambition to help people with your research? It- It worked. Everything that happened doesn't change that. [ she stops, because it feels wrong to encourage something that ended in lives lost, but- the science doesn't change. the fact that it worked on some level doesn't change. and yes, Gwen cares about their research that much. plus there was Peter. not that she would bring him up, but he was proof, living proof that his theory was so much more than just a theory. ] And maybe- Maybe on the ship, we'll have the chance to start again. Do it right this time. [ nodnodnod ] If that's something you still want to do. [ ... once she gets over the whole 'you killed my dad thing' wahwah ]
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S H AAAAAA N E
ROG MI AMOR
CRIES YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME
NO U R THE ONE WHO IS BEAUTIFUL
o wait is that a sore subject
WORDS CAN'T BRING ME DOWN BUT THE LOSS OF AN ARM CAN