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Death the Kid ([personal profile] equal_shots) wrote2016-05-06 12:48 am

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[personal profile] heavensreader 2016-09-17 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[No matter how casually he says it, Kesara tenses, scenting for mockery like a bloodhound. She's had to learn to recognise even the faintest sound of it, to judge what she might say to people who give her anything resembling respect or kindness. Always better to err on the side of caution. But he really does sound like he means it, when he says something like a limited understanding of what learning is.]

I have learned a lot. [Defiance, almost, and bitter reflection. Learned a lot of tricks. And they serve, more than enough. She sometimes wishes she could be more openly proud of them.] There's a trick to everything, when you have to have one.

[You'd know, her tone implies. However badly he thinks he's coping with what Dr. Watson had called his illness, she's sure he has tricks of his own, as well. She's interested in it, in the places where they are alike.

The places where they are different confuse her, to her dismay. She doesn't know what a genetic sequence is, and is still not grasping quite what about Kid makes him a different species. He seems a boy like all the boys she'd known back in Serindia - except more thoughtful, deeper somehow.]
Maybe he - your father - maybe he shouldn't have done it. Raised you as a human, I mean. Maybe that is why things went wrong for you. it isn't good to raise one breed of thing to be like another. That is what they say.
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[personal profile] heavensreader 2016-09-23 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Oah, no. [The denial is immediate. She daren't even contemplate what he's implying. Her teachers are a breed apart from all others. That they are her teachers at all is cause for gratitude beyond anything her fear or resentment might overcome.] Not Dr. Stein - Dr. Stein is the greatest explorer alive. She chose me because I was worthy of it and she gives me exactly what I'm worthy of.

[There is still fear, of course. Worth needs proving. But it means that all she gets, she earns. Even if by tricks, always by tricks. As long as tricks are enough.

That is the greatest fear. It's what prompted her to talk to Kid. She isn't able to explain it yet, not properly; she listens instead, though now he's starting to talk about mad things, ones she's far from sure she understands. Unfortunately, when she does find a frame of reference in her own knowledge for this talk about Death that looks like a man, it's one that makes her blink in confusion and then in wry doubt that runs into her tone.]


Are you - do you mean you are - like the incarnate son of God? The son of Death who came to Earth to, to be with us and guide us?
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[personal profile] heavensreader 2016-09-29 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He speaks so well, for a moment she forgets why she called him, forgets how anxious he'd been and the things he said he cannot do. Perhaps that's his trick. She thinks to herself that Dame Ariel would have liked him very much, even though he says she's limited, perhaps even wrong, and somehow she doesn't resent that thought.]

It must be true, [she mutters, half to herself.] Because the future has things in it that I could hardly imagine. They say there are machines that fly, and talk, and even ones that think, like these tablets... they say you can go anywhere in the world now, and see everything, and that women can be - that they can be everything they please. [Sometimes she simply sits and thinks about it, thinks about it for what feels like hours, about how all that is possible, with fierce and dizzying awe. But now, she thinks about it and suddenly a part of her is sad.]

But it's not true that Dr. Stein and my teachers have learned all they're capable of. Maybe others have, but surely not her. Not Lady Gavin. Not Lao Dian. If they were here they could learn everything I have. When I go back I'll teach them. You'll see. [Saying that makes her feel much better, so she says it again.] You'll see.

[She feels more confident with that, and that confidence colours how she thinks of his explanation, carefully considers what she believes. He isn't lying - it's too mad a thing to be lying about. Perhaps he is mad. She is still, after all, half convinced that Enoch is, with his talk about God and his angels. But then, she has frameworks other than the Christian.]

Is your father the king of the underworld? The Greeks, they said - but you said you have no mortal mother. So it isn't the same. [She's let go of doubt, not focused on trying to process the story in more sensible terms. Her mind is analytical much like his.] But he still made you a, a sacrifice. Something to give to humanity, to help them.

[Terms she understands. The implications of them aren't something she entirely grasps.]