Interaction Post: Voidtrecker

[knifewithnoname]

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[subcircuits]

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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.