the movie was better than expected, okay

[nicecollarbone]

[Oh look, a guy with a heavy Eastern Slavian accent in tha' house. He looks pretty annoyed, but what's new? It's. Like. His go-to expression.]

You think you're funny? Dragging a man away from the most critical moment before he can resolve everything? Well, I know how it all ends. How it has to end. I'm not just fighting for myself, even after the fight itself is finished.

... Even if I lose the use of my limbs.

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[here_take_this]

Muns usually always thing they're doing the right thing though.

Though I really should find Daddy back in Raccoon. She won't let me and Leon acts funny when I ask about it...

Wait, you're expecting to become a vegie-table? Why?

[nicecollarbone]

[Good lord, child, he's not nearly in the right enough state of mind to rekindle his own charm around the kiddos. It would be a relearning process to be sure. But his voice is soft and he's calm, though. Not at all as rough and annoyed as he'd been prior.]

Sometimes when we get better after being sick, our bodies don't work as well or right anymore. Don't worry too much about it, alright?

[Not that he's particularly trying to sugarcoat anything. It's a fact of life, that things like this happen. Besides, he brought it upon himself. Literally, you could say.

A pause.]

You're friends with Leon?

[That crazy American who he owed a little too much to, as much as he hates to admit it? He never really pictured Leon as someone who had kids around him. At all. Not that Buddy looks anymore suited for it, but still...]

[here_take_this]

[Mun's sorry she couldn't stop the kid who really should be in bed Bad Sherry!]

Not all the time though. Sometimes you don't recover and sometimes you attack people... [She spent three days in a city filled with Zombies she's no longer really the little kid she looks to be.]

[She nods when asked about Leon though.] He's a police officer that's promised to help get me out of the city. I lost him and Claire underground though. When I tried to find Daddy.

[nicecollarbone]

Yeah... Sometimes, you do.

[He couldn't deny that. Even before he was close to being a monster... He feels bad, knowing he'd tried to have Leon killed by his BOWs. Considering everything the man had done to help afterward. But most importantly--this kid sounds like she's had a lot on her plate. The children of his home... had a lot to deal with, too.

Most of them weren't very lucky, in the end.

But he doesn't let that bleed through.]

I met Leon once; he helped me a lot. I bet he helps you a lot, too, when you'll need it.

[here_take_this]

Were you in Raccoon too? Or did the monsters show up somewhere else? [She kinda hopes that's not the case. But the game she's in... The adults won't say anything, but she gets the feeling she just witnessed the beginning.]

[She nods though.] Yes, even though he got hurt bad. Though on the boat he wasn't bandaged up and he's older than I remember. Not a cop anymore either.

[nicecollarbone]

Unfortunately... we had monsters somewhere else. I'm afraid I don't know much about Raccoon City, though.

[It happened when he was at a happier period in his life, in a distant country. S'not like it was a usual topic, zombies. Though he had a rough idea of things that went wrong in that town.]

Not bandaged up... I think that would be considered a good thing, yes? I'm not very used to time being different for people here I'm afraid.

[here_take_this]

[She frowns at that because really it had been bad enough back home] It's alright.

That would be a good thing. It's alright, it was confusing for me too at first. And apparently Mun says there will be older mes running around soon. So that at least tells me I made it out of the city.

[nicecollarbone]

... That's good—really good. [He's not being disingenuous either. Too many children die.] You must be a strong girl, to make it so far. I'm sure your mun is truthful in what she says, knowing that much.

[here_take_this]

I don't think I'm that strong. I'm just smaller than most of the monsters and can get into places they can't.

But makes me glad to know I grow up at least.

[nicecollarbone]

You're strong enough. There's nothing wrong with knowing how to escape, when there's nothing else you can do. [He looks down. Would this kid really ever have a normal childhood? All things considered...] Don't grow up too fast, kid.

[Because being older and smarter and 'stronger' means jack shit.]

[here_take_this]

[Normal life with this fandom? Really?] I'll try not to.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Sounds like you got it rough.

[This guy knows what it's like to lose a limb... in a different way.]

[nicecollarbone]

[He's not going to bother with 'It could have been worse', because he sort of hit the bottom of the barrel. Being dead would have been the easy part; it was the whole getting it over with part that gave him grief. Because sometimes people really do cling to their lives, even when they have nothing to hold them up anymore.

But that's all too thoughtful.

So he just raises an eyebrow at him instead.

Huh.]

Not the only one who gets the feeling, I'd think.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Know it doesn't always feel like it, but I like to think that no matter what the situation looks like, there's someone out there who gets it. Even if only just part of it.

[Good to know he isn't alone in what he does.]

[nicecollarbone]

[Totally not looking at that arm, nope. And because Buddy lost tact a while back (not that he cares)--]

What happened to it?

[Couldn't be tripping with scissors, pal.]

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[It's what just about everybody asks and it's understandable - hell, it's hardly the most natural-looking prosthetic arm, but then again, it's not meant to be ordinary.]

Blown off by a grenade. [Short and sweet, asking for no pity.]

[nicecollarbone]

Sounds rough. [Not a drop of pity to it. It's like talking about the weather, at this point.] Fighting where?

[He's been through enough civil war and bloodshed that asking someone where they'd fought, who'd they'd fought... it's really all just a normal day's talk.]

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Works for him.]

On FSA turf.

[He's become aware that not everybody he meets hails from the same place, so he imagines he might be prompted to elaborate. But in the end, war is war, and always has devastating results no matter where it is fought and with whom.]

At home, in other words. I'd have said it was a little too close for comfort, but this was combat right in our front yard - forget the backyard.