Interaction Post: Voidtrecker

[knifewithnoname]

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[knifewithnoname]

She sighed. "It did all be being... Stupid." She waved a hand. "But how do you be being?"

After all he's... Not like her or Sanzo. His feelings are big and many and he doesn't seem to have any meditation or emptiness tricks to keep them out.

The whole situation must have been so much more worse for him.

[subcircuits]

He can't help but chuckle, if only briefly, at her typically succinct summary. "It was awful," he says, leaning back in the seat and looking away from her. "I'm still having nightmares about it."

In other words, he's not doing great.

[knifewithnoname]

"Nightmares do be being stupid." She commiserated and wrinkled her nose. "I do be hoping you can be banishing them from your head soon."

She had had nightmares too, but she isn't admitting it. Dark servants don't have nightmares.

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"Thanks, kiddo," he says softly. He stares out the window at her back, watching the colors of the Void wheel and swirl for a moment. When he returns his gaze to her, he says, "One of the things I've been having nightmares about is you-- things happening to you, that-- that other Sanzo getting his hands or his sutra on you--"

He shivers a little, then laces his fingers together on the table top so he can stare down at his fingers. "Made me realize that the thought of something happening to you scares the hell out of me," he admits. "More than just for Koumyou's sake."

[knifewithnoname]

She watched him while he watched the void, not interrupting, sensing he was thinking. There's a lot of thinking to be done.

When he does talk it is her turn to be thoughtful. He had had nightmares about her? She would like to say she could have taken that other Sanzo. But she knows it wasn't true and she won't say it. Not just for the lie but it would be disrespectful to Sanzo. Their Sanzo. Who had died to protect them.

That feeling was still very strange. She tilted her head. "I would no be wanting anything to be happening to you either." It was true. She didn't like that idea at all. "And no only because Sanzo would be being sad."

More than sad. Destroyed.

[subcircuits]

Devero bobs his head, hesitating for a moment more before deciding to just lay it out with his usual forthrightness:

"You and Koumyou decided to be family, and that alone would be enough for me to want to look after you, but I think I-- I mean, I want you to know I--"

(Forthright, but not terribly eloquent.)

He recollects himself and tries again. "You're important to me, Buttercup. I was wondering if you'd like to have me as a dad as well?"

[knifewithnoname]

She watched him quietly when he hesitated, ready and listening. Waiting to see what he was going to say.

When he spoke she blinked. Confused. He wanted to be her dad too. Was she allowed two? Were there rules on how many dads she could have?

If there were they probably didn't count on void travelling trains.

Did she want it? He's important to her too. Not just because he's important to Sanzo but because he's important to her. They've gone through a lot together. She wants to protect him too.

In some ways this was easier than accepting Sanzo. Because he had been there, when they had spoken. He knows what she is and still he is asking this. "Yes. I would be liking that."

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A brilliant smile breaks across his face and-- yep, there he goes, eyes welling up with tears. "Thank you," he says, his voice all rough and warm. "I don't know much about being a dad, but I figure if I follow Koumyou's lead I can't do too badly."

He pats down his pockets until his finds the one he stashed the now-slightly-soft chocolate bar in. "Here, I thought we could share this, to-- to commemorate?"

[knifewithnoname]

"I do no be knowing anything about having dads." Except what she had learned from Sanzo. So they were all on the same page there.

She grinned when she saw the chocolate bar. "Yes, that do be being a good commemoration."

Any excuse for chocolate.

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He breaks the chocolate bar in two, still in the wrapper, and hands half of it to her. He raises his half like he might a glass, in toast. "To figuring it out as we go, then, yeah?"

[knifewithnoname]

She raised hers as well, grinning at him. "Yes, to be figuring it out."

She met his eyes and nodded before folding the wrapper down and taking a bite of the chocolate.

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He follows suit, biting off a chunk and half-closing his eyes as he savors it.

Once his mouth is cleared, he asks her, "Do you... have any questions for me? Anything you want to know, or that-- I can make sure I'm doing for you? Or...anything?"

[knifewithnoname]

She shrugged. She had no idea what fathers did for their kids so she had nothing to offer there in terms of suggestions.

"You did no be having a kid before? Like Sanzo did be?" Wait no...

"But would you be knowing if you did be? You did be saying they did be growing up in..." What was the word. School? No... "Before they did be taking a test. Cre... Crash?"

[subcircuits]

"Creche," he supplies. "If I'd ever had a kid back home, I would know. Even if the other parent didn't tell me, Gov would, to give me the option to family-claim-- if I wanted to."

[knifewithnoname]

Creche. That was the word. She nodded, taking another thoughtful bite of chocolate.

"So you could be choosing no to, if you did no be wanting them?"

But they would still be looked after. In those creches. It was probably the best way.

[subcircuits]

He nods. "That's what my parents chose," he says softly. "They didn't even want me to know who they were." There's sadness in his voice as he says it, but it's a distant sadness, tempered by time.

[knifewithnoname]

His parents chose that. To not know who he was and for him to not know who they were. She blinked at him for a moment, chocolate uneaten in her hands.

"You do be being like me." She said softly.

She's not met anyone like that on the train. People whose parents had died yes. But not ones whose parents hadn't even wanted them to know who they were.

[subcircuits]

"Your parents cut you loose too, huh?" he says softly. He remembers her having told him before that she didn't know where she and her sister had come from. "Koumyou too, you know."

[knifewithnoname]

"Even him?" Then again, she had met him as a child. He had not been so impressive then, a small frightened thing.

"I wonder if they do be knowing, how he did be turning out."

Silly of them to have left him as a child, when he would be so powerful later.

[subcircuits]

"I hope they do," Devero says. "I hope they do, and that they regret ever giving him up."

Which, in all honesty, is what Devero hopes of his own parents. Not that they would have had much to be proud of. Now, maybe, but the World Guard washout back home? Yeah, not too impressive.

He's a little embarrassed to have admitted such a thing out loud, though, and snaps off a big piece of his chocolate bar, sticking it in his mouth to cover his discomfiture.

[knifewithnoname]

"I think your parents would be regretting it too."

Maybe. Or maybe they were stupid people. She had no idea. She knew so little about what his world was like. "Because you do be being cool."

Obviously. If he was her dad now then of course he was cool. It couldn't be any other way.

[subcircuits]

Her words make him beam. "Thanks, kiddo," he says with a pleased duck of his head. "Maybe they would."

He reaches out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "You do be being cool too, you know. Damn cool."

[knifewithnoname]

She beamed at that. She liked that he thought she was cool and happily took another bite of chocolate as her hair was ruffled.

She was his kid now, so she would do her best not to disappoint him.

[subcircuits]

And as her newest dad, he was going to do his best not to disappoint her. Big heart just a little fuller now, he settles in to finish sharing chocolate with his daughter.