[He turns to look out over the snow. Little do they know, they'll just get more of it by the end of the week. That's great.] It-- [The world flickers, and Damian wonders if he's about to get zapped to another dimension again.
But it looks familiar. Like the West. Like a train.
He jerks his head around to Stephanie again, mouth open like he plans to say something. NOT THE WHOLE ASS. She gets the whole ass of him assing it.]
she has no idea what to say. steph really had no idea what damian's time at that town was like, since he kept everything except details about mechanics or other people to himself. so seeing this is...
[A lot of the stuff here he can handle with the same cold, detached indifference his father handles things when it's time for Business. But it's difficult to ignore memories being poured in.
They didn't have this there in the town. Effects. Memories.
Both hands are fisted at his sides, quivering. He keeps his face down some, his jaw tight. He did not expect to make any friends at all in Robowest, and he did not think he would.]
[ steph knows that everyone in the town had to die so that they could go home. but... she hadn't really thought of how they accomplished it, in the end. somehow she didn't consider where damian fit into that equation. ]
[But he, like, also isn't denying it. She was definitely probably his friend, more than likely. He tried too hard to be tender with her for her not to be.]
[NOT SOON ENOUGH FOR HIM, HE THINKS. This is awful and terrible.]
She was a pain. Stubborn, argumentative, foolish. But she was my roommate, and she took care of Pennyworth sometimes, and she occasionally would check on my condition.
It doesn't matter. [He keeps his eyes down. He isn't bothered by the idea of Stephanie scolding him, of course. But he can hear the disappointment in his father's voice already.] I should have... found another way.
[The answer annoys him. No, he wouldn't. But not because he didn't trust them to do it right necessarily. Percy had already been doing it. Apparently, Barnham had been, too.]
No one else should have had to do something like that.
[His eyes cut up to Stephanie finally, but his expression is gently dubious. He gets it--her attempt at trying to give him some sympathy, some empathy.
But he's, like, Bruce and Talia's son. Unfortunately.]
I do not need a lecture on self-care from you, Brown.
[What is this soft, emotional shit Stephanie is giving him in return? NO. TAKE IT BACK.
He looks slightly surprised for once, probably from the experience in general. None of them ever had to go through the disaster of having all these effects, much less memory sharing.]
Yours wasn't far off from ours. In the end result.
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but she rolls her eyes, before looking around. ]
Looks like it. These guys really had huge places to hang out, huh...
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Yes. Must be nice.
[He turns to look out over the snow. Little do they know, they'll just get more of it by the end of the week. That's great.] It-- [The world flickers, and Damian wonders if he's about to get zapped to another dimension again.
But it looks familiar. Like the West. Like a train.
He jerks his head around to Stephanie again, mouth open like he plans to say something. NOT THE WHOLE ASS. She gets the whole ass of him assing it.]
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she has no idea what to say. steph really had no idea what damian's time at that town was like, since he kept everything except details about mechanics or other people to himself. so seeing this is...
well. crushing. ]
Damian...
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They didn't have this there in the town. Effects. Memories.
Both hands are fisted at his sides, quivering. He keeps his face down some, his jaw tight. He did not expect to make any friends at all in Robowest, and he did not think he would.]
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Was she your friend?
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I don't believe friends kill each other, Brown.
[But he, like, also isn't denying it. She was definitely probably his friend, more than likely. He tried too hard to be tender with her for her not to be.]
I grow tired of these "effects."
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[ she is not sure what to say. ]
Wanna tell me about her?
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She was a pain. Stubborn, argumentative, foolish. But she was my roommate, and she took care of Pennyworth sometimes, and she occasionally would check on my condition.
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[ if that's what damian says about her, then he probably did like her. ]
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She was... something. A bit like you.
[Getting rid of Papika, and Jason, and Milla hurt, but nothing hurt him more than breaking his father's code, of course.]
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but she considers that... glancing at him. ]
I'm glad you made friends.
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They were decent acquaintances.
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[They were friends. TCH.]
Friends don't... kill each other, Brown.
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[ ... ]
You know things are different in these places. You're forced to do things you never would have.
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Irrelevant. [He opens his mouth, and then shuts it again for a second.] I broke the code.
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[ ... ]
But didn't everyone have to die in order to go home? It would have been even worse for them if you hadn't.
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It doesn't matter. [He keeps his eyes down. He isn't bothered by the idea of Stephanie scolding him, of course. But he can hear the disappointment in his father's voice already.] I should have... found another way.
I should not have killed.
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but. ]
Would you have trusted someone else to have done that?
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No one else should have had to do something like that.
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[ that's really the bottom line here. it was already bad enough the first time, and at this point it's beyond cruel. ]
I'm not saying not to feel bad for what happened. I... get it. But you do need to learn to be a little kinder to yourself, Damian.
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But he's, like, Bruce and Talia's son. Unfortunately.]
I do not need a lecture on self-care from you, Brown.
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[ and before she can say anything else, a memory plays. ]
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He looks slightly surprised for once, probably from the experience in general. None of them ever had to go through the disaster of having all these effects, much less memory sharing.]
Yours wasn't far off from ours. In the end result.
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... pretty much. We had to be pretty exact.
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