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When I die, I hope my ashes are put into a nice, potted flower.
[big dreams... but as somber as the conversation may have turned, despite the lack of looking at their own situation, it's somewhat refreshing.]
[prompto starts walking alongside the bank, where the water streams by slowly, the bright pink reflecting brightly.]
Wish I could say I knew more about nature. Never really been a priority. [he picks up his camera again, taking some shots from people, the place--] Y'think we'll get new displaced tomorrow? The day after?
[big dreams... but as somber as the conversation may have turned, despite the lack of looking at their own situation, it's somewhat refreshing.]
[prompto starts walking alongside the bank, where the water streams by slowly, the bright pink reflecting brightly.]
Wish I could say I knew more about nature. Never really been a priority. [he picks up his camera again, taking some shots from people, the place--] Y'think we'll get new displaced tomorrow? The day after?
[ There's the barest flicker of discomfort as Damian starts to follow him. He's well accustomed to death, with funeral arrangements, with revivals.
But it never makes it easier to think about people he knows - people he likes - gone. ]
Soon. Within the week. I've been discussing with Manfred how we should handle it.
But it never makes it easier to think about people he knows - people he likes - gone. ]
Soon. Within the week. I've been discussing with Manfred how we should handle it.
[and prompto's awkwardly standing there, aware that he's kind of... made things awkward. he rubs at the back of his neck before turning off his camera so it saves up on battery.]
He doesn't want people to think he's not doing so hot.
[maybe he shouldn't have said...]
He'd rather care than be cared for, since he says that's what he was made for. [uhhh] It's sad, but we've both concluded it's best to just keep on.
He doesn't want people to think he's not doing so hot.
[maybe he shouldn't have said...]
He'd rather care than be cared for, since he says that's what he was made for. [uhhh] It's sad, but we've both concluded it's best to just keep on.
[ He pushes that aside. Its War and this is just what happens, right? Whether it's blipping out of existence of being murdered.
But it's proof he has the emotional awareness of a baked potato. ]
We'll probably lose more people before we've managed to escape, so... that's wise.
But it's proof he has the emotional awareness of a baked potato. ]
We'll probably lose more people before we've managed to escape, so... that's wise.
[ He tolerates it, but it's pretty obvious he's not sure how to actually return the gesture in kind. Or do anything kind of light hearted in turn. ]
It's not pathetic. [ It probably sounds like a very un-Hafid like thing to say. It's more something Damian Wayne would say, without making eye contact and looking uncomfortable to admit it. ]
You reached out. That takes strength.
It's not pathetic. [ It probably sounds like a very un-Hafid like thing to say. It's more something Damian Wayne would say, without making eye contact and looking uncomfortable to admit it. ]
You reached out. That takes strength.
[ Even if someone dies, well, most revolutions need a martyr or two.
Fitz tells himself that's true (that he's prepared for the eventuality; war is loss, after all, and they've only just begun ramping up their efforts), when he makes these suggestions to others. Recommending gangs to Jason, warming Noctis to infiltrating the NAFD, making the case for Cain and Prompto ingratiate themselves with a family proven to be dangerous — they're their own people, independent and capable. He's just doing what needs to be done.
Can't look back. ]
Good. Let me know if I can do anything to help you. [ Equipment, intelligence, strategy sessions. If Damian rings, he'll answer. ] And I'll report back what we find, if anything.
Fitz tells himself that's true (that he's prepared for the eventuality; war is loss, after all, and they've only just begun ramping up their efforts), when he makes these suggestions to others. Recommending gangs to Jason, warming Noctis to infiltrating the NAFD, making the case for Cain and Prompto ingratiate themselves with a family proven to be dangerous — they're their own people, independent and capable. He's just doing what needs to be done.
Can't look back. ]
Good. Let me know if I can do anything to help you. [ Equipment, intelligence, strategy sessions. If Damian rings, he'll answer. ] And I'll report back what we find, if anything.
So long as you do that for me, I'll do it for you.
[ But there's one thing. One thing he wants to say. Keep Dick out of all of this.
Not because Dick's incapable, but because Damian is selfish. Willing to throw down his own life for whatever cause will make him feel better, but terrified of someone doing the same for him. He doesn't know if he can deal with losing Dick a second time. He's not sure what kind of person it would turn him into. ]
Is that everything?
[ But there's one thing. One thing he wants to say. Keep Dick out of all of this.
Not because Dick's incapable, but because Damian is selfish. Willing to throw down his own life for whatever cause will make him feel better, but terrified of someone doing the same for him. He doesn't know if he can deal with losing Dick a second time. He's not sure what kind of person it would turn him into. ]
Is that everything?
Done.
[ As far as Fitz is concerned, this is between him and Damian, along with the names they've confirmed as mutual picks going forward. Lying by omission is his default means of operation, at this point.
He assumes that if Damian wants either of his brothers to know that he looped Fitz in, the lad will tell them himself. ]
We're sorted.
[ As far as Fitz is concerned, this is between him and Damian, along with the names they've confirmed as mutual picks going forward. Lying by omission is his default means of operation, at this point.
He assumes that if Damian wants either of his brothers to know that he looped Fitz in, the lad will tell them himself. ]
We're sorted.
[...now, he's embarrassed. he didn't expect such straight-forward praise thrown his way over how he's handling his weaknesses.]
--yeah, true. [an awkward rub at the back of his neck as he seems paused about what he wants to say next.] I'll keep working on that.
By the way, [in an attempt to throw the topic of conversation away from himself--] how old did you turn on your birthday?
--yeah, true. [an awkward rub at the back of his neck as he seems paused about what he wants to say next.] I'll keep working on that.
By the way, [in an attempt to throw the topic of conversation away from himself--] how old did you turn on your birthday?
[ It's the scowl. Scowl and nobody will figure out how old you are.
But his age is an uncomfortable thing. He never had a childhood, he just stormed onto the scene as a pint sized adult with heaps of emotional problems. ]
It's not that big of a gap.
But his age is an uncomfortable thing. He never had a childhood, he just stormed onto the scene as a pint sized adult with heaps of emotional problems. ]
It's not that big of a gap.
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