orderfromchaos | 10. messages + open spam

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10. messages + open spam

[Private to Elsa]

How do you feel about working on your powers wth Rogue?

[Spam for Helena]

[He talks to Cosima first, waits a day or two before turning up. It's unfair, maybe, using his presence - but his mirror self did it, and he wants the chance for his words to have at least as much weight now.]

Hey. Bucky said it was okay with him for me to visit. Is it okay with you?

[Open spam]

[Sometimes, Dillon just lies on his back on the deck, staring up for a few hours at a time, trying to understand the things his powers are trying to tell him about the stars, about whatever strange ether they're passing. If he understood it, really got what it was and how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be able to get to the place between, with the red sands and strange ruins and Deanna's body. If he could just - reach.]

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[She watches him, but says nothing. The fear that she was as soulless as those she was trained to kill has been present in her for a long time, the fear that she could never find a place with God, that no matter what she did she would end up damned. The only good thing about the other Barge was his mirror self's assurance. It had been undeniable at the time, though after she had returned to herself she had wondered about the truth of it. She doesn't know if she can believe this now, though she wants to.]

[A rueful, unhappy sort of smile, a faint huff through his nose, reading the uncertainty on her face, in the cant of her shoulders. He glances down.]

I could make you believe. But that'd be wrong.

Why would it be wrong?

[It's not that she doesn't agree, although her ideas of free will and choice are skewed and small and fragile. But she wants his words, his reasoning. Hearing why other people choose to do the things they do or not is something she is growing more fascinated by.]

Because trust should be earned. That's what real trust is.

[Her fingertips trace abstract patterns on the floor beside her. Her words come out in a low drawl. ]

And how would you earn my trust?

[This stops him cold, and he jerks his eyes up, because he doesn't really have an answer to that. He doesn't believe he is trustworthy.]

I don't know.

I can only keep trying to do the right thing, and doing what I can to care for you. If that's enough for you then it is, and if not then it isn't.

[She studies him, looking at him from the corners of her eyes instead of directly.] What do you think is the right thing to do?

I think.

I think it's not just healing people, like he did sometimes, just changing them so the ways they hurt didn't matter. I think it's giving people tools to heal themselves, the way they want.

[She's silent for a long time, thinking about that. She doesn't know how she wants to be healed or if she even does.]

She came back. [It's a jump in subject because the other is too big, too confusing. Her voice is tinged with disappointment, a little rueful.]

She has a soul too.

[For the record. Which might explain her postmortem resilience somewhat. Or not.]

You can see it in her as well?

Yeah.

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