Ummm...fourth...and...fourth and fifth-youngest. I'm second, Adam's third... [he slowly nods.] Fourth and fifth. [blink.] Wait, no--I'm second, Adam's third...Danielle's fourth, then Ivan, then Adrian. Sorry. Fifth and sixth youngest. So...so Adrian's right in the middle of all twelve.
[it's not so much about feeling better as it is being distracted: having to recall and recount his family up does a good job of it.]
What, can you not be separated? That seems like a flaw in this system. Clearly I know there are just as many shitty Cybertronians as there are humans.
[ Judgmental, but true! But then Cassandra notes his pause, and then...realizes he's explained it well. So. ]
Uh- besides that, no. [ A pause. ] Thank you. Again. I know I look like a fucking mess right now, but I know this seems important to you. So if it is...it means a lot.
That's a lot of you. Lord. Some of them must be older, right? Closer to my age.
[ She's thinking out loud. This isn't really doing anything for him, is it? She thinks of stopping herself, than remembers that keeping him talking for a bit might be a good idea, to see if anything changes. ]
It's not that, I think. I know who I am. But I'd love to have absolutely zero people wondering why the hell I'm buying vegetables at the grocery store or what the fuck ever.
We, we don't really keep track of our ages, but you already know that. It's just...she was already initiated before I could remember. And...hunting just a little after that. She might be closer to your age. Bruce, too.
I went through it. The initiation. But it...didn't go the way it's supposed to. I don't know why it went wrong, but...but it did. I failed a test that...no one else has before. [his eyes are trailing off to gaze at nothing. already, just thinking about it makes his body start to tense up.]
I still joined the hunt anyway. I wanted to...to prove I could still do it.
[ This explains a lot, doesn't it. Cassandra hasn't quite processed how important it is for Martin to admit this, yet, but she knows it's essential, and tells her so much of what she wanted to know about him. Even if it's something painful for him to admit. ]
Come on. [ She says it after a short pause. ] I don't know who's telling you that, but there's no way you're the only one who failed it. And...there's no way hunts haven't gone badly before. You're a kid, Martin. They shouldn't expect you to be perfect.
It's not about perfect. [he shakes his head a little, squeezing at his shoulder, as if just to force some of that pain in him as a reminder.] It's about...being capable. We all have to be. Otherwise, there's more death. More that others have to carry, in your place...
[he dips his head miserably.]
I couldn't even carry my own weight. If you'd have seen...you'd understand...
No, not at all. At least not anymore. I can even be who I want back home without consequence. I miss my father all the time, but... I am happy that I was able to break free before it was too late.
...Even if I'd seen it, I still wouldn't think you deserved it.
[ It takes her a moment to find the words, but it's true. A sick part of her wants to see it- to know what happened, in order to help him. But that's not possible now.
She tries to lighten her tone. ]
I'd probably be a pretty crappy Darkov, anyway. I'd spend too much time yelling at everybody.
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