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[overstrain]

TERRENCE NOWELL

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(Note: Terry gave Kido his phone. Bought his own flipphone on 8/26!)

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[overstrain]

[ The moment Mondo starts to say the last line, Terry cuts him off, covering his mouth with his hand before Mondo can say "feel". ]

If I could have just shoved it to some other demigod, I could have. And maybe, that's what I did by running away. But there was a reason for my existence, Mondo. They cloned Terrence Nowell, because he was a war leader candidate, and he was so crucial to the faction that they resorted to cloning a demigod in an attempt to bring him back, but something went wrong and I'm here, being all the things they didn't want me to be.

There was a lot of pressure. It wasn't just my powers that they wanted--they wanted the whole package: the charisma, the ruthlessness, the intellectual strategist, a demigod that could govern several concept seats that essentially makes you a higher being in existence... all that stuff. I'm not... like that. I'm not living here for that kind of life.

[ He smiles a little. Terry did contemplate death for a second, but he decided that he wasn't going to do it. He could, if he wanted to--just don't think blood, but then he had hope. An unreasonable hope.

He pokes Mondo's forehead to push him back onto the bed onto his back. ]

Get some rest. I won't leave right now.

[trabryu]

[ As much as Mondo wants to, he can't fight back against a fucking finger... god, so frustrating!!! So he just grabs the finger with his recovering hand. ]

Even if they cloned ya... whatever stupid shit they decide for ya, they've got no rights to tell ya what ta do. [ It needs some effort and shaky attempts, but he manages to remove the finger from his forehead. ] Yer soul is yours. Ya are ya.

[ Despite the lack of clarity in his sight, Mondo has continued to gaze at Terry's eyes. It's intentional ー or more like, he tries to, just so Terry won't brush what he says off. ]

What ya did... wasn't for nothin'.

[overstrain]

... I know.

[ He doesn't have a soul, but Terry understands the sentiment. ]

That's why you're all here in the hospital. I did something. I had hope that you guys would come back, despite everything when they carried your bodies on the hospital beds.

[ ... ]

So, thank you... for coming back.

[trabryu]

[ Terry's words are simple, but even a blockhead like Mondo was able to feel the weight in them. His grip on Terry's finger isn't strong, but it's tighter than he could manage before. He looks straight at Terry for a couple of moments, before letting his line of sight fall back to the floor. ]

...Sorry.

[ He can tell how badly and desperately Terry wanted them to come back, and he was included in 'them', as hard as it is for him to accept. It's cruel of him to tell Terry that he should have been dead instead, when Terry has been waiting and hoping for them to come back. He can't imagine being left alive, while the rest of his 'family', the place where he belongs, is gone. ]

[overstrain]

[ Yeah, Mondo... survivor's guilt is strong, isn't it? Terry smiles a little and gives him a small hug. ]

It's okay... as long as you understand.

[trabryu]

[ Mondo closes his eyes when Terry gives him the hug. He's aware that the other wasn't intending to give him a full embrace, but he instinctively buries his face on Terry's shoulder, automatically putting his weight upon Terry with his disability to sit up properly.

It's warm, and it makes him feel comfortable. It feels safe there.

Before he knows it, it slowly puts him into a lull. ]

[overstrain]

[ He's warm... and that's good for now. He just wants them to live. When he notices Mondo leaning into him, Terry gently rubs his back to help him relax and sleep some more.

Everything will be fine. Everything will be okay.

... Maybe. ]