I never got along with the Gibberese. They don't make no sense.
I think I've figured out a way to run with CD's idea, too- one that makes my original plans more possible and more concrete. Thanks for that. ^^
**********Now let's see what the Sein of now thinks of the Quattro of the future.
"Imagine, if you will, somebody who you think of as family... as the little sister you never had. Sure, she's a big goofy, and not always the most dependable person, but she seems to care about you. Sure, nobody else seems to like her, but there's no accounting for taste. People are idiots- it wouldn't be the first time they hated someone decent." I could see that Sein was following me, so I kept going. "Then, one day, you find out that your friend, somebody you think of as family, is a fabrication. Everything you think you know about her is wrong... and the truth is far, far worse.
Instead of a close, loving relationship," I spat, "it turns out that she's just been pretending to love you, and you fell for it. The only person she actually likes turned out to be a psychotic murderer- everybody else are, collectively, losers, to be kept around until they're no longer useful. The girl you thought you knew isn't goofy, but serious; isn't kind, but cruel; and isn't NEARLY as undependable as she pretends to be.
All the people who don't like her? She's been playing head games with them for months, torturing them mentally and emotionally whenever you weren't looking. Nobody ever said anything because they were too scared of her to even bring it up." I paused, took a deep, unsteady breath (drawing on a few real bad experiences for the right emotional state), and plunged right back into it. "Oh, and the way you found out? You walked in on her torturing a little girl, just because she could.
THAT is why I had such a problem talking to Quattro. Every time I looked at her, I saw those two girls as well... and I couldn't decide whether to kill her, accept her, or just keep her at arm's length." I looked down at the metal floor, poked at it a bit with my finger, then back up at Sein, who had gone from sadness, to shock, then to outrage, and finally to deep thought. "...and now I don't have that option any longer. She saw me talking at Due, and ran out of the room, crying."
"...oh. That explains it." Sein looked down at the floor, herself. Why do we keep finding the floor so interesting? Awkward conversations are awkward. "You want to make up with her?"
I could feel a small, wistful smile drift onto my face. "...I don't think I can, any more. I'd be satisfied if I could just stop hurting her... and maybe clear the air enough that we could talk to each other." I sighed, cradling my head in both hands. "I'll understand if you don't want me around any longer. I'd want me gone, too, if I saw myself hurting my sister like that. Probably punch myself in the face, throw myself against a wall, and threaten to kill myself if I ever saw me again.
...ohgods, that did NOT come out right. Made a lot more sense in my head, and why are you looking at me like that?"
For the first time since the conversation started, Sein smiled. It was a particularly enigmatic smile, one that brought to mind memories of both the Mona Lisa, and the proverbial cat. "...oh, no reason." Okay, that was ominous. "But we're sort of off-topic, here. Imma, you admitted that you're unhappy, explained why you're unhappy... but you've got one very important thing left to do." Wow, that's an intense glare. What could she... hold on. Let me go back over that conversation... got it, I think?
I cracked a grin. "Sorry for thinking you don't care about me, little sis~," I said, in my best teasing voice. "I pwomise I'll nevah, nevah do it again?"
The glare didn't disappear... but the fury behind it did, instantly replaced by amused annoyance. Then that vanished, along with the glare... and Sein's grin came back. "Good boy." She ruffled my hair- it's going to take me at LEAST thirty seconds to fix that! Curse you!- and stood back up. "Now that's done with, how 'bout we get you out there blowing stuff up, eh?"Crisis averted. Now I can get to work.
"Sure!"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I think I've figured out a way to run with CD's idea, too- one that makes my original plans more possible and more concrete. Thanks for that. ^^
**********Now let's see what the Sein of now thinks of the Quattro of the future.
"Imagine, if you will, somebody who you think of as family... as the little sister you never had. Sure, she's a big goofy, and not always the most dependable person, but she seems to care about you. Sure, nobody else seems to like her, but there's no accounting for taste. People are idiots- it wouldn't be the first time they hated someone decent." I could see that Sein was following me, so I kept going. "Then, one day, you find out that your friend, somebody you think of as family, is a fabrication. Everything you think you know about her is wrong... and the truth is far, far worse.
Instead of a close, loving relationship," I spat, "it turns out that she's just been pretending to love you, and you fell for it. The only person she actually likes turned out to be a psychotic murderer- everybody else are, collectively, losers, to be kept around until they're no longer useful. The girl you thought you knew isn't goofy, but serious; isn't kind, but cruel; and isn't NEARLY as undependable as she pretends to be.
All the people who don't like her? She's been playing head games with them for months, torturing them mentally and emotionally whenever you weren't looking. Nobody ever said anything because they were too scared of her to even bring it up." I paused, took a deep, unsteady breath (drawing on a few real bad experiences for the right emotional state), and plunged right back into it. "Oh, and the way you found out? You walked in on her torturing a little girl, just because she could.
THAT is why I had such a problem talking to Quattro. Every time I looked at her, I saw those two girls as well... and I couldn't decide whether to kill her, accept her, or just keep her at arm's length." I looked down at the metal floor, poked at it a bit with my finger, then back up at Sein, who had gone from sadness, to shock, then to outrage, and finally to deep thought. "...and now I don't have that option any longer. She saw me talking at Due, and ran out of the room, crying."
"...oh. That explains it." Sein looked down at the floor, herself. Why do we keep finding the floor so interesting? Awkward conversations are awkward. "You want to make up with her?"
I could feel a small, wistful smile drift onto my face. "...I don't think I can, any more. I'd be satisfied if I could just stop hurting her... and maybe clear the air enough that we could talk to each other." I sighed, cradling my head in both hands. "I'll understand if you don't want me around any longer. I'd want me gone, too, if I saw myself hurting my sister like that. Probably punch myself in the face, throw myself against a wall, and threaten to kill myself if I ever saw me again.
...ohgods, that did NOT come out right. Made a lot more sense in my head, and why are you looking at me like that?"
For the first time since the conversation started, Sein smiled. It was a particularly enigmatic smile, one that brought to mind memories of both the Mona Lisa, and the proverbial cat. "...oh, no reason." Okay, that was ominous. "But we're sort of off-topic, here. Imma, you admitted that you're unhappy, explained why you're unhappy... but you've got one very important thing left to do." Wow, that's an intense glare. What could she... hold on. Let me go back over that conversation... got it, I think?
I cracked a grin. "Sorry for thinking you don't care about me, little sis~," I said, in my best teasing voice. "I pwomise I'll nevah, nevah do it again?"
The glare didn't disappear... but the fury behind it did, instantly replaced by amused annoyance. Then that vanished, along with the glare... and Sein's grin came back. "Good boy." She ruffled my hair- it's going to take me at LEAST thirty seconds to fix that! Curse you!- and stood back up. "Now that's done with, how 'bout we get you out there blowing stuff up, eh?"Crisis averted. Now I can get to work.
"Sure!"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.