takewing | (no subject)

. . . she told me 'bout the promise. I asked her if she really thought you'd keep it.

She was naive, Bluebird. You can't blame yourself for that.

[you just watch me]

I can't blame her for seeing it as a betrayal, either.

[siiiigh]

I don't think it is at all. But anyway. . .

[Fidgets with her cloak, unsure of what to say. It's not like she's used to this level of doubt and bitterness …]

. . . are you gonna apologize? If that's what you feel like you hafta do.

For making the promise, yes. I can't apologize for anything else.

Wouldn't expect you to.

[. . . he gives her a contemplative look, but otherwise lapses into silence]

… What is it?

. . . what if we can't go back? What if there is no possible way for us to?

["us" because lol Bluebird going on her own]

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… us?

Us.

But my question still stands.

So does mine! What do you mean, us? You can't seriously …

[be thinking of coming with me … right??]

I can't seriously be thinkin' of lettin' you go back on your own? Come on.

[he says that blandly, as though she should have known better]

I don't want you to go back at all. I don't want to go back at all. And this isn't me sayin' "why sure, Bluebird, let's go strolling back into that place like nothin' was ever wrong with it in the first place when we're done here."

It's not as though I want to go back there!

[a little grumpily]

You do. You may not want to go back for the world itself, but you still want to go back.

Otherwise you'd be focusin' on ways to save them from here, yeah?

It's not that at all.

I need to be sure, Spark. Sure that whatever can be done is done; that it's done properly; that it works as planned. I have to go.

You don't have to do anything.

[. . . lifts a hand and points at her chest-- specifically, her heart]

But this makes you think that you do.

My heart is my compass. That's how it's always been, and I can't imagine it changing.

. . . I know.

Don't want it to, to be honest.

[lifting a hand and poking her forehead next]

But you've gotta use this, too.

[Huffs, reaching up to catch his hand.]

I'm not not using it. I plan to have a plan before make any moves.

That's good. But what if you came up with a plan that could save 'em without going back?

There's a way to assure that it works.

[She says nothing, but she's listening attentively.]

Were you there when Otacon left?

Ahh . . . yes, I was there.

I'm still not sure I trust it.

[Would you look at that, Bluebird being the UNSUUUURE one for once.]

I'm not either.

[takes her hand, and runs the pad of thumb over the back of it]

But it's a start. It's an avenue to explore. Your thoughts shouldn't be "I have to go home because I have no choice." It should be, "this may be a way for me to save everyone back home without returning, I should look into it more."

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