video; dated to after everyone gets back from uruguay

[ex_bandai157]

( well, that was - something. fifteen is not an age he'd ever wanted to experience again for a number of reasons, all of which stand out vividly in mind right now. there was so much he didn't know then, driven by a raw need for revenge and to get his answers, still hanging on mr maverick's every word. he wasn't happier then but things were simpler then, more cut and dry, and he was more certain of things than he may ever be now.

he sighs before he can stop himself, offering the feed a long-suffering expression. )

I'd like to thank everyone who helped me ( there's a slight stress on the last word ) in the last two weeks as I was getting reacquainted with living here - especially since I wasn't particularly easy to deal with, at that age. Presumably, everyone's aware that disruptions like this are difficult to predict or control, but if anyone would still like an apology for my behavior, I can't say it wouldn't be deserved.

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[ex_bandai157]

( he raises his eyebrows rather than answering; not precisely backing down, but neither refuting her point, either. what he thinks is: still, and it's for this reason. there's a lot he doesn't know about her world, troubling bits and pieces he's neither ignored nor dwelled on, but he remembers - haha, very well now - being fifteen years old and feeling like there was a wall dividing him from other people, normal people, either because of being a next or being an orphan or not caring about what the others cared about because it seemed so trivial and pointless and stupid. he's projecting a little too; in his case, he'd thought there was an adult who nevertheless supported him and understood, only that adult - like everyone, really - had an agenda. he wouldn't suspect it of himself or jensen or edgeworth or samus, but -

- it's all too easy for a child, no matter how worldly they actually are or think they may be, to be used. maybe even no matter how good someone else's intentions are.

but he lets the moment go when she does, shrugging. )

Hundred Power is uniquely destructive in the wrong hands - or inexperienced ones. ( sigh ) It manifested early for me, but it was still many years before I'd mastered control.

[whatsupcroc]

You must have felt pretty good about yourself once you felt in control.

( She'd feel like that'd be the case. She knows control over herself is important to her -- it's part of what's so intensely distasteful about the Yeerks to her. )

[ex_bandai157]

It was less a matter of feeling good and more a matter of being less of a problem, honestly.

( apparently people don't like you much when you're prone to accidentally breaking things )

[whatsupcroc]

Heh, right, most of us don't have to worry about how destructive being clumsy will be. Still...

( She looks up at him, opening her mouth to speak, closing it again. There's something she wants to ask... and she's not sure she will. )

Did you want anything to drink?

( She finishes lamely, knowing it was too obvious that she'd been about to speak to lapse into a really comfortable silence. )

[ex_bandai157]

( his eyebrows quirk again because yes, that was too obvious. rather than asking, he just says: )

No, I'm alright.

[whatsupcroc]

Figured I wouldn't be a good hostess if I didn't at least ask. Though don't let me keep you, if you've got places to go. I like spending time with you -- but you're a busy guy.

( And she's almost used to that, in a different way. )