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[damaged]

You couldn't be more wrong. Sending me somewhere would be a very worthwhile enterprise. I make friends everywhere I go.

And bodies, sure. But it's for a good cause.

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[damaged]

Are you even going to try? You're afraid. Fine. There's plenty to be afraid of, and people are assholes, especially to people who live on the outskirts. But you need to have a choice and you're not choosing anything if you decide straight off it'll never work.

[hoodbin]

. . . [ He's right like always. ]

I'll be laughed at, and I can't kill students.

[damaged]

There's worse things than getting laughed at. And whatever, don't go to school, then, but you have to keep learning. I had teachers, you know. Someone else was paying them, but I had them, and I learned things. You have to do the same before you figure capekilling's the career of choice.

[hoodbin]

...I guess I should find a job first then.

[damaged]

We talked about this. We always talk about this because we're both in limbo and I'm not gonna let up until it happens, some way, somewhere. You don't have to agree with me on anything but this: you have to have some choices. And he wouldn't give you one, not for real. He'd make it so that he looks like the only good choice. If you choose to go his way, to fight his fight, that's one thing. But if you've got nothing else, nowhere to go, it's not right.

[hoodbin]

...You sound more sensible than he does a lot of the time. And... you're right. [Frown] I don't think... I would be much help to him either, not if I blindly follow him just because.

[damaged]

That's because he's not. Because I can't always stay... [He gestures vaguely at his head.]

You have to watch for that, if you stay. It's not fair to have to, but that's how it'll be.

[hoodbin]

Even if... I leave to explore other options I don't think I can leave for long.

[damaged]

You know you're fucking killing me, right?

[If he had a heart you'd be breaking it, Sasha. B|]

[hoodbin]

...! I hope not literally.

[damaged]

No promises.

[What if he kills his older self. Is that a ... time paradox, or some shit ...]

[hoodbin]

I couldn't live with myself if I did...

[damaged]

In my case, you should learn to.

[hoodbin]

Aren't I already? You give me advice he would not.

[damaged]

You're not attached to me. Not the same way. We can go to Disneyland all we want, it's not the same, is it?

[hoodbin]

You're still him just a little.. so the attachment is a little there.

[damaged]

Yeah. That's why you're killing me. But it's his fault, not yours.

[hoodbin]

Do you hate him?

[damaged]

[He's silent a while.]

No. But he's wrong, to do what he's doing with you. Not sure about the other stuff.

[hoodbin]

You probably wouldn't take on a sidekick would you.

[damaged]

Not like this.

[Not ever. But he doesn't want to say that.]

[hoodbin]

Must be weird having me follow you around then. [ She's not going to stop but she acknowledges that it's weird at least. ]

[damaged]

No, cause you're not my sidekick, you're my friend.

[Or close enough; Jason thinks it's easier just to go the whole way and wait for reality to catch up, in this case. Anyway, if she didn't follow him around, he'd have to follow her around.]

[hoodbin]

..... Friend.

[damaged]

No? [Unabashed.]