[ oh, that's not something you wanna hear when you're talking to a kid about killing people.
lea hesitates, a bit, before crouching down to Mary's level, hands on his knees as he looks into her eyes ]
Yeah. 'Course. [ the things he's done, the things his friends have done-- he can't condemn mary without knowing, even if he has an inkling. ] That's what friends are for.
...I wanted to hold Ib's hand forever. She was the first friend I ever met. But Garry, Garry thought I was a bad girl, and he was going to make sure she could never play with me again. I just wanted to play, that's all...I wanted to play games with my friend, is that so bad? I didn't mean to scare her, really, I just thought she'd leave, that's all, so maybe I wasn't playing very nicely, and...and maybe that's why she ran away. I thought, if I found her again, if Garry was gone, we'd be friends again, and there wouldn't be any reason for her to be afraid. I was going to prove it, you know, that I really, really just loved her so much.
[Mary's hands grasp at her face, shaking, clutching. She shakes her head.]
But she burned me all up. She set me on fire and it hurt so bad, and then I was nothing at all. I must be such an awful, horrible, terrible girl.
[ there's something about that, about all of that, that just... if he didn't want to upset her, he'd almost feel like laughing.
When Roxas left the Organization... when Xion left... the things he'd done then, the things he'd been willing to do to bring them back. He hurt them just the same, hadn't he? He burned himself out of existence at the end, but is there any real difference? ]
[Mary's voice catches and she struggles on a sob.]
You're kind and warm, you're not like me at all. Lea...Lea...there's something wrong, I think I'm broken--and when everyone finds out...I...I don't want to burn up again!
Hey, hey-- [ he moves his hands to her shoulders, concerned. he can't even begin to correct her while she's like this ] Calm down, no one's going to burn you up. What happened?
[She really doesn't know. That much is clear by the look on her face. As her tearful eyes meet his, there's no avoidance or deceit; she's telling the truth, desperately, as she struggles to speak.]
When I woke up this morning...something was wrong.
[She wipes her face, not that it does much to stop her tears, and then rolls up one of her sleeves. There's an angry slash running down her forearm. Though...it isn't covered in blood.]
Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault, alright? The way Lune was talking, the darkness took control last night.
[ he's heard of similar stuff happening back home, because kingdom hearts lore is stupidly similar to this game's. he gently takes hold of her arm with one hand, examining the gash ]
Not with me. [ but he can't say the same for everyone else. He gets up, letting go of her. ] C'mon, let's start by getting you cleaned up. Then we can try to figure out... something.
[ what can he do? what should he do? it'd be so much easier if he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. for now... ]
Mary... Unless I tell you to, don't tell anyone else about this, okay?
[ he brings her to the bathroom because we have that??? they let us have one to not be Stinky??? and he wets a towel before bringing it to her arm to try and wipe off some of that... is it paint?
he'd ask what she is, but he's learned now that so long as they've got a heart, it really doesn't matter what people are. they're real all the same. he doesn't want to make her think he thinks otherwise when she's vulnerable like this. ]
Y'know, I wasn't always... "good". [ he grimaces but presses on, because it's kind of important to his point even if he doesn't know how well he agrees with that word. ] I did a lot of messed up stuff, even to my friends, 'cause... I guess 'cause I was pretty messed up myself. [ he gives a low chuckle at that ] I guess what I'm trying to say is... Being good or bad isn't something you are. It's what you decide to do that matters.
he heaves a sigh. this stuff is hard to talk about, but it's unfair to her if he doesn't. does the wound still bleed paint after he's wiped it so he can see how big a gash it is or ]
Yeah. I was scared that I'd mess up again, or that my friends wouldn't wanna have anything to do with me, or... a bunch of different things. Sometimes it kinda feels like I can't ever make up for everything I did.
[ he shrugs ]
But all I can do is keep trying, and trust that I've got people around me who'll keep me in check.
[With the wound cleaned, it seems like it mostly just glanced her. It's a neat slice, definitely from a blade sharp enough to open her up like her skin was made of paper.]
Isn't it hard to trust people when you don't know if they'll like you?
Well, I don't like myself a lot of the time, either.
[ it's a half-joke comment to stall, and probably not something he should be saying to the little girl he's currently trying to patch up. either way, he's frowning at the wound. ]
Might hafta get some cloth from the boutique... [ he's talking to himself, now. he shakes his head ] It's always hard to trust people when you're scared. But you trusted me, didn't you? Even if you couldn't be sure I wasn't lying when I said I'd keep liking you? It's sorta the same thing.
[Somehow, it doesn't feel like the same thing. And it doesn't make her feel any less scared, either...but she still likes hearing those words. Mary chews on her lip as she watches Lea examine her wound.]
I'll keep trusting you...because you believe in me. Nobody else ever has before.
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[Mary hesitates, hiccuping, hanging her head.]
You won't get mad at me? Truly, you'll stay with me no matter what?
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lea hesitates, a bit, before crouching down to Mary's level, hands on his knees as he looks into her eyes ]
Yeah. 'Course. [ the things he's done, the things his friends have done-- he can't condemn mary without knowing, even if he has an inkling. ] That's what friends are for.
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[Mary's hands grasp at her face, shaking, clutching. She shakes her head.]
But she burned me all up. She set me on fire and it hurt so bad, and then I was nothing at all. I must be such an awful, horrible, terrible girl.
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When Roxas left the Organization... when Xion left... the things he'd done then, the things he'd been willing to do to bring them back. He hurt them just the same, hadn't he? He burned himself out of existence at the end, but is there any real difference? ]
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You're not awful, Mary. Not anymore than I am, anyway.
[ he doesn't extrapolate on that, not sure where he could even start to explain or whether he wants to ]
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[Mary's voice catches and she struggles on a sob.]
You're kind and warm, you're not like me at all. Lea...Lea...there's something wrong, I think I'm broken--and when everyone finds out...I...I don't want to burn up again!
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[She really doesn't know. That much is clear by the look on her face. As her tearful eyes meet his, there's no avoidance or deceit; she's telling the truth, desperately, as she struggles to speak.]
When I woke up this morning...something was wrong.
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[ he's being patient, even if the feeling of dread creeping up on him is ... very present ]
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[She wipes her face, not that it does much to stop her tears, and then rolls up one of her sleeves. There's an angry slash running down her forearm. Though...it isn't covered in blood.]
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That's... How did you get that?
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[It's very red, bright, bright red. Almost like...paint?]
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Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault, alright? The way Lune was talking, the darkness took control last night.
[ he's heard of similar stuff happening back home, because kingdom hearts lore is stupidly similar to this game's. he gently takes hold of her arm with one hand, examining the gash ]
Does it hurt?
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[Just a flesh wound and all.]
I'm not going to get in trouble, am I?
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Not with me. [ but he can't say the same for everyone else. He gets up, letting go of her. ] C'mon, let's start by getting you cleaned up. Then we can try to figure out... something.
[ what can he do? what should he do? it'd be so much easier if he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. for now... ]
Mary... Unless I tell you to, don't tell anyone else about this, okay?
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Okay.
[Not that she would; there isn't anyone else she trusts half as much.]
I'll be really, extra good, I promise.
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[ he brings her to the bathroom because we have that??? they let us have one to not be Stinky??? and he wets a towel before bringing it to her arm to try and wipe off some of that... is it paint?
he'd ask what she is, but he's learned now that so long as they've got a heart, it really doesn't matter what people are. they're real all the same. he doesn't want to make her think he thinks otherwise when she's vulnerable like this. ]
Y'know, I wasn't always... "good". [ he grimaces but presses on, because it's kind of important to his point even if he doesn't know how well he agrees with that word. ] I did a lot of messed up stuff, even to my friends, 'cause... I guess 'cause I was pretty messed up myself. [ he gives a low chuckle at that ] I guess what I'm trying to say is... Being good or bad isn't something you are. It's what you decide to do that matters.
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[It's hard to understand. Especially when she doesn't know what a good decision would be in this case.]
Weren't you scared?
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he heaves a sigh. this stuff is hard to talk about, but it's unfair to her if he doesn't. does the wound still bleed paint after he's wiped it so he can see how big a gash it is or ]
Yeah. I was scared that I'd mess up again, or that my friends wouldn't wanna have anything to do with me, or... a bunch of different things. Sometimes it kinda feels like I can't ever make up for everything I did.
[ he shrugs ]
But all I can do is keep trying, and trust that I've got people around me who'll keep me in check.
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[With the wound cleaned, it seems like it mostly just glanced her. It's a neat slice, definitely from a blade sharp enough to open her up like her skin was made of paper.]
Isn't it hard to trust people when you don't know if they'll like you?
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[ it's a half-joke comment to stall, and probably not something he should be saying to the little girl he's currently trying to patch up. either way, he's frowning at the wound. ]
Might hafta get some cloth from the boutique... [ he's talking to himself, now. he shakes his head ] It's always hard to trust people when you're scared. But you trusted me, didn't you? Even if you couldn't be sure I wasn't lying when I said I'd keep liking you? It's sorta the same thing.
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[Somehow, it doesn't feel like the same thing. And it doesn't make her feel any less scared, either...but she still likes hearing those words. Mary chews on her lip as she watches Lea examine her wound.]
I'll keep trusting you...because you believe in me. Nobody else ever has before.
[Nobody listened. Nobody listened to Mary.]
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That's what friends do. [ he lets go of her arm ] Let's go to the boutique, alright? I'm gonna cover up your gash. We should at least do that much.
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