[ He flattens his palms out, upturned and empty as though the absence of a weapon upon his person is the danger itself. Inside, he's shaking like a leaf — arataka you idiot you moron you don't know half of these people or what they're capable of, you signed on with them though because they're STRONG. stop fighting them! — but the weight of a reminder sits in the breast pocket of his jacket, swaddled in cotton and tucked carefully into an old cigarette carton like a miniature grave.
( Shishou, Mob could say, you're the kind of man who always has to do something. )
Good old Mob. Everything he does is for that kid. ]
I didn't really introduce myself properly, did I? My name is Reigen Arataka. Back home, I was the greatest psychic of the era with a teenage apprentice with a brain like a nuclear bomb,
[ Silco has no use for weak people, and the man standing before him is the weakest thing of them all. Flimsy, helpless and boasting with his whole chest that he's unstoppable, that he's a mirror of the rotten man before him. A guy with a kid who defines his every action, moreso than the world that may or may not have been destroyed.
He takes one step forward, towards Silco. Empty handed, focused. Getting between him and the kid he just, keeps looking at. ]
Why're you so mad at them, Mister Silco? They're just kids, they might talk about us after we're gone. Meridian's home base'll know us as people who care about people, and won't that stick in their craw — but most of all, I don't actually care if they're worth anything or nothing at all. Everyone has a right to a future, and I'm gonna make a helluva' future for them.
[ Hotly, he huffs: ] Besides, my kid's gone. Just a shard now, so I gotta' do right by him so he has a great life to come back to. And friends, and a kind future, because he's worth everything I'm gonna do. Our resources are for that new world, after all. Unless you're not telling me something.
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[ He flattens his palms out, upturned and empty as though the absence of a weapon upon his person is the danger itself. Inside, he's shaking like a leaf — arataka you idiot you moron you don't know half of these people or what they're capable of, you signed on with them though because they're STRONG. stop fighting them! — but the weight of a reminder sits in the breast pocket of his jacket, swaddled in cotton and tucked carefully into an old cigarette carton like a miniature grave.
( Shishou, Mob could say, you're the kind of man who always has to do something. )
Good old Mob. Everything he does is for that kid. ]
I didn't really introduce myself properly, did I? My name is Reigen Arataka. Back home, I was the greatest psychic of the era with a teenage apprentice with a brain like a nuclear bomb,
[ Silco has no use for weak people, and the man standing before him is the weakest thing of them all. Flimsy, helpless and boasting with his whole chest that he's unstoppable, that he's a mirror of the rotten man before him. A guy with a kid who defines his every action, moreso than the world that may or may not have been destroyed.
He takes one step forward, towards Silco. Empty handed, focused. Getting between him and the kid he just, keeps looking at. ]
Why're you so mad at them, Mister Silco? They're just kids, they might talk about us after we're gone. Meridian's home base'll know us as people who care about people, and won't that stick in their craw — but most of all, I don't actually care if they're worth anything or nothing at all. Everyone has a right to a future, and I'm gonna make a helluva' future for them.
[ Hotly, he huffs: ] Besides, my kid's gone. Just a shard now, so I gotta' do right by him so he has a great life to come back to. And friends, and a kind future, because he's worth everything I'm gonna do. Our resources are for that new world, after all. Unless you're not telling me something.