... it's so weird, seeing percy again. especially like this - bloodied and beaten down, just before a resurrection. he remembers bringing his body back. remembers bringing him back to life. (remembers his sister's despair in ways that he will never forget - aches that he has done the same to her.)
they walk! it's in silence, for a while. vax is better at talking than he used to be, and much better with percival than he used to be, but this is hard to talk around. how do you tell someone "yeah, i'm from the future, and boy do you have a lot of shit to learn about"!
eventually, he lifts his head towards that big, broken tree. a place to sit away from others, for now. ]
The last thing you remember's being dead, yeah? Fucking weird, waking up from that. [ haha! boy he would know! ] ...'s happened to too many of us.
[ vax is skirting around the question, not answering in full. he can't. ]
Even stranger to happen without waking to one of your faces...
[ to wake up alone, he'd sat up, thought himself in that dark hell he found himself in once before. he just sort of makes a face at vax being avoidant about it all. ]
Vax.
What's the last thing you remember? [ his voice is tight, pressed. i won't accept a lie. stop dancing around it. ]
[ he frowns, mouth pulling tight, and then says: ] Being dead.
[ it is a lie, but it's - not. it isn't, at the same time. he was, after all, dead. and how many times has vax died over their little journey? he's had to be resurrected too, once even not that long after percy.
it's a safer answer.
(right now, he's a coward. maybe he'll always be a coward; even when it felt like he accepted it, now that he's having to face the entire conversation again, vax shies away.) ]
[ percy sits in that for a long while, the stillness of the two of them considering their words will never cease to feel like the weight of unyielding stone. he takes a long moment, watching the way vax's mouth moves not unlike his sister's, that telltale twitch of a secret. ]
We have some wretched luck, don't we, Vax...
[ something unspoken, quiet. do not lie to me. but knowing he'll need to do more than to simply ask outright. of course he'll need to do more. there's no one to press either of them for their secrets, to needle them to out it as a group. instead, they're both fists clutching tightly to their secrets. ]
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[ yeah. onward.
... it's so weird, seeing percy again. especially like this - bloodied and beaten down, just before a resurrection. he remembers bringing his body back. remembers bringing him back to life. (remembers his sister's despair in ways that he will never forget - aches that he has done the same to her.)
they walk! it's in silence, for a while. vax is better at talking than he used to be, and much better with percival than he used to be, but this is hard to talk around. how do you tell someone "yeah, i'm from the future, and boy do you have a lot of shit to learn about"!
eventually, he lifts his head towards that big, broken tree. a place to sit away from others, for now. ]
The last thing you remember's being dead, yeah? Fucking weird, waking up from that. [ haha! boy he would know! ] ...'s happened to too many of us.
[ vax is skirting around the question, not answering in full. he can't. ]
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[ to wake up alone, he'd sat up, thought himself in that dark hell he found himself in once before. he just sort of makes a face at vax being avoidant about it all. ]
Vax.
What's the last thing you remember? [ his voice is tight, pressed. i won't accept a lie. stop dancing around it. ]
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[ it is a lie, but it's - not. it isn't, at the same time. he was, after all, dead. and how many times has vax died over their little journey? he's had to be resurrected too, once even not that long after percy.
it's a safer answer.
(right now, he's a coward. maybe he'll always be a coward; even when it felt like he accepted it, now that he's having to face the entire conversation again, vax shies away.) ]
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We have some wretched luck, don't we, Vax...
[ something unspoken, quiet. do not lie to me. but knowing he'll need to do more than to simply ask outright. of course he'll need to do more. there's no one to press either of them for their secrets, to needle them to out it as a group. instead, they're both fists clutching tightly to their secrets. ]