[ She'd been thrown out of their previous encounter before she'd had time to do anything, and then spent quite some time trying to force her way in. But that had been hard, considering the sheer strength -- and now increased anger -- of That Thing.
But she hadn't been hurt, no. Only worried. And there had been guilt, as well. ]
Mmm. [ A nod.
She doesn't want to ask. It's not her place to pry. But after everything that's happened, and everything she's seen... there are certainly a lot of questions.
Instead, she took a seat next to him on the floor. If he wanted some time, she'd give it to him. But she sure as hell wasn't leaving him behind this time around. ]
[Bruce knows that Anarya has questions. Everyone has them, really, and it's no surprise at all. It's always a shock when the other guy becomes involved - and of course, he doesn't blame people at all when they don't ask questions and just leave. He's more or less expects that, really,
So when Anarya sits down instead of doing that Bruce can't help but be surprised by it. She had felt how dangerous the other guy was, how terrible it had all been. She, of all people, should know that leaving is the best option here.]
You don't have to stay for my sake. You're busy, right?
[Just putting it out there for her. She can leave if she wants to and Bruce won't blame her.]
[He doesn't want to be rude - she must have many things to do, and he's just a person who can't even handle a nightmare properly. She doesn't need to concern herself with him.]
I don't want to be in the way, that's all.
[OOC: I think you mean good influence. At least he's a nice guy!!]
[ It was one hell of a nightmare. Anarya has had nightmares of her own, but she'd learned early on how to block everyone out and keep those to herself.
At the moment, however, she was more concerned with the state of the person she was speaking to. If he knew her, then Bruce must be in there. But the body and the voice was throwing her off completely. ]
You're not.
Things have quieted down outside. They should be able to handle it from here.
Bruce looks down at that, biting on his lip as he thinks on what to say next. There are some questions he wants to ask... but he doesn't know if he dares to.]
I--did anyone get hurt? I don't really remember much...
[He had been pretty lost in his own despair and hatred right there and then.]
[ She has to admit that she certainly doesn't know the full story. But somehow, she doesn't believe Bruce would've attacked the city on purpose. Not after all his offers to help when Somarium was in ruins ]
[Says quietly, and he hangs his head again, ashamed and guilted by it all once more. If only...] The only reason why they can even exist is because of me. Its my responsibility, in the end.
[Its an argument Bruce has heard before, and one he is always never in the best position to argue. A logical answer would be the latter, of course, but Bruce is shaking his head once more, stubborn in his beliefs.]
This is different. This isn't about fashioning metal that can be placed aside at the end of the day - what I have is something that would affect you for the rest of your life, regardless if you want it or not.
So you've created it. There's no turning back now, is there? It exists now, and there isn't a way to reverse it, or keep others from abusing it.
There's no point wasting your breath and placing blame. What's happened has happened, for whatever the reason was. Now you've got to learn to move past it. It may affect you for the rest of your life, but you can decide how it will do so.
[Bruce falls silent at that, not certain what to really say, or what to think of it. It's not the first time he's heard that - but hearing it from Anarya, who knows nothing about his past of the crimes he's done but still regards him like this... what can he say, really?]
It's not that easy. [Finally says after a while, and he scratches the back of his head in mild frustration.] I know what you're saying, but... I don't know.
[There's a pause at the question. In most other times Bruce would have an answer on hand, at least, but now--]
I don't know.
[He mutters an admission and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. There's just too much now, so much, and he doesn't want to think about this. Bruce has always been good at running when he needs to, after all.]
[ That hurts a little to hear. She's known the feeling of wanting to run from her burdens before; it's not something she'd want to wish onto anyone else. ]
What you do with your life is up to you. However, death is also a burden in itself. There are people out there who would be gravely affected by it. I am certain that those people would not hesitate to help carry some of your weight if you chose to bear it.
[It sounds rude and demeaning, maybe, but it's the truth. The other guy isn't something people can get. They may know and they may understand, but it's never something they can carry. Only he alone has to hold the weight of this burden, the sin of this monster he's made.]
This isn't some problem when you can solve by talking it out. It's entirely different.
For all of the bad that you've caused, do something good. You may not be able to reverse whatever it is that you've created, and I'm sure you can't control what it does. But there's plenty more you can still do.
[Although really, he only knows that because there's no other option for him. He's tried giving up, but how can he give up when even death doesn't accept you?]
I'm trying - I've tried. I've tried so many times and I'm still trying but--
[He cuts himself off with another shake of his head, face scrunching up.]
[Bruce tenses just a little when there's contact - an instinctive reaction more than anything else. He closes his eyes and forces himself to take a deep breath, sucking it in and then letting it out, forcing himself to relax back after a few times and he slowly loosens back up.]
[Well, no, of course its not horrible - but Bruce is so used to be hated and feared and everything else that now having somebody who just accepts him is--unexpected.
Bruce has never handed the unexpected well.]
No. But you still don't have to feel obligated for it.
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But she hadn't been hurt, no. Only worried. And there had been guilt, as well. ]
Mmm. [ A nod.
She doesn't want to ask. It's not her place to pry. But after everything that's happened, and everything she's seen... there are certainly a lot of questions.
Instead, she took a seat next to him on the floor. If he wanted some time, she'd give it to him. But she sure as hell wasn't leaving him behind this time around. ]
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So when Anarya sits down instead of doing that Bruce can't help but be surprised by it. She had felt how dangerous the other guy was, how terrible it had all been. She, of all people, should know that leaving is the best option here.]
You don't have to stay for my sake. You're busy, right?
[Just putting it out there for her. She can leave if she wants to and Bruce won't blame her.]
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Would you think less of me if I decided to take some time off work?
[ She's armed and ready this time around. She's Sylvani's student, after all. ]
[[ ooc: Apparently all Anarya ever does is slack off... Bruce, you're a bad influence. ]]
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[He doesn't want to be rude - she must have many things to do, and he's just a person who can't even handle a nightmare properly. She doesn't need to concern herself with him.]
I don't want to be in the way, that's all.
[OOC: I think you mean good influence. At least he's a nice guy!!]
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At the moment, however, she was more concerned with the state of the person she was speaking to. If he knew her, then Bruce must be in there. But the body and the voice was throwing her off completely. ]
You're not.
Things have quieted down outside. They should be able to handle it from here.
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Bruce looks down at that, biting on his lip as he thinks on what to say next. There are some questions he wants to ask... but he doesn't know if he dares to.]
I--did anyone get hurt? I don't really remember much...
[He had been pretty lost in his own despair and hatred right there and then.]
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There were a few injuries.
[ But she's about 90% sure that nobody died...
Not that it matters, because everyone from those strange worlds seem to come back anyways?]But nothing that can't be patched up.
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That doesn't mean he can be forgiven for killing them, even if its accidental.]...that's good. [A mutter, and he rubs his hands together.] At least nobody died because of me.
[Although the fact that they are still injured still hurts. If he had more control, then this wouldn't need to happen at all.]
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[ "Because of me." There are so many questions. ]
Nobody blames you for what's happened.
[ At the very least, she doesn't. ]
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How can they not? The things that attacked... it came from me, after all. From my blood.
[Schmidt had gotten a hold of his blood, somehow, and created those things... the poor people who had to suffer because of him. Its all his fault.]
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She has to stop and consider this new piece of information. ]
But they weren't you.
[ She's convinced of this fact. Another small pause, as she stops to choose her words carefully. ]
Nitiri used a lot of people's nightmares to do what she did. Are they to blame for all of the atrocities she's committed?
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No, but-- [A pause, and he looks at Anarya with a serious expression.] Its different.
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[ She has to admit that she certainly doesn't know the full story. But somehow, she doesn't believe Bruce would've attacked the city on purpose. Not after all his offers to help when Somarium was in ruins ]
Did you create them?
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[Says quietly, and he hangs his head again, ashamed and guilted by it all once more. If only...] The only reason why they can even exist is because of me. Its my responsibility, in the end.
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You have weapons in your world, no? Swords, spears, guns...
[ A beat. And then, she pushes forward without giving him any time to respond. ]
They exist because of someone. And they've been the cause of horrible things, have they not? At least they have here.
Who is responsible for that? The creator of the weapon, or the person wielding it?
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This is different. This isn't about fashioning metal that can be placed aside at the end of the day - what I have is something that would affect you for the rest of your life, regardless if you want it or not.
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There's no point wasting your breath and placing blame. What's happened has happened, for whatever the reason was. Now you've got to learn to move past it. It may affect you for the rest of your life, but you can decide how it will do so.
Don't you think?
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It's not that easy. [Finally says after a while, and he scratches the back of his head in mild frustration.] I know what you're saying, but... I don't know.
[So much has happened.]
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I see.
[ She sits back and falls silent for a moment. ]
Is not living at all better than living with this weight?
[ A question. Her tone held no indication of how she felt toward it. ]
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I don't know.
[He mutters an admission and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. There's just too much now, so much, and he doesn't want to think about this. Bruce has always been good at running when he needs to, after all.]
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What you do with your life is up to you. However, death is also a burden in itself. There are people out there who would be gravely affected by it. I am certain that those people would not hesitate to help carry some of your weight if you chose to bear it.
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[It sounds rude and demeaning, maybe, but it's the truth. The other guy isn't something people can get. They may know and they may understand, but it's never something they can carry. Only he alone has to hold the weight of this burden, the sin of this monster he's made.]
This isn't some problem when you can solve by talking it out. It's entirely different.
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[Shaking his head again, only this time quite vehemently.]
I can't turn back.
I am sorry for my fail...
For all of the bad that you've caused, do something good. You may not be able to reverse whatever it is that you've created, and I'm sure you can't control what it does. But there's plenty more you can still do.
What is this fail you speak of...
[Although really, he only knows that because there's no other option for him. He's tried giving up, but how can he give up when even death doesn't accept you?]
I'm trying - I've tried. I've tried so many times and I'm still trying but--
[He cuts himself off with another shake of his head, face scrunching up.]
It just never seems to work out.
clearly not something I'm capable of
It looks as though you've made progress.
obviously
You don't need to be kind to me.
[He doesn't deserve it.]
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I know.
Would it be so horrible if I were anyway?
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[Well, no, of course its not horrible - but Bruce is so used to be hated and feared and everything else that now having somebody who just accepts him is--unexpected.
Bruce has never handed the unexpected well.]
No. But you still don't have to feel obligated for it.
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I'm well aware. For the record, I don't.
Feel obligated, I mean.
[ She shrugs, and takes a glance around the room, finally resting her gaze out the window. ]
I can't be nasty to everyone. Someone's got to drink with me, right?
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I'm sure you'll find somebody else to drink with you eventually.
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Eventually, perhaps. But I'd like to keep the ones I have as well.
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