He answers, and fiercely misses Credence, the real Credence.
"Well, I'm sorry the timing was so shitty. I wouldn't have wanted to- I would have wanted to hang around and talk about it. I might have made you pancakes."
"Yeah. They're definitely married, but they don't seem to want to get rid of me, so I guess it's not that different."
He'll just- come over and help do the last little bit of work on that mattress, with a few fortifying spells of his own, picked up over a couple of years dealing with this back of his. He's gotten good at making mattresses better.
"I don't know yet. At first it was awful. I felt like a dumb spare part with no good fit. But then I calmed down and went over and had a cup of tea, and fell asleep on the bed between them while they chatted, and that part felt really good. Safe, and secure, and like I'd found a place I fit into."
Shrugging, a little uncertainly.
"It's nice to be underfoot with people who care about each other, doing their thing. Jedao tried to get my back to stop hurting, Fives chilled out and watched and drank tea. It was- good. I wasn't what they are, but I was valued."
"Fives is part of a slave population of soldiers forced to go to war. Jedao and him are going to go free them. I'm going to go take over a planet and build a sustainable city on it while they do that- a couple of cities, actually, using veteran population and refugees from the conflict. Eventually when there's peace- or peace enough, everyone's going to retire there. But yeah- I could use some company building the perfect world."
"Yeah. And it's a weird population- very harmed, very codependent, without natural family units you can count on- they'll have grown up in units but also experienced heavy casualties."
So, a shake of his head and a shrug.
"Will they want to cook in kitchens? In mess halls?"
"Libraries, print or electronic. Communications. Work delegation. Work planning. Sanitation and medical facilities, education facilities, governance and processing centres."
Tilting his head side to side.
"It's gonna be fun- and I could honestly use someone with your raw processing power for magic and common sense and compassion."
"...I don't know what it would feel like. To not have to...struggle, for
everything, all the time."
Sometimes, like in their shared dreamscape, he thinks he can imagine what
it would be like. To not feel like he's constantly pushing against an
environment that wants him hurting or dead or suppressed. But in the light
of day, those fantasies stop making sense, start feeling insane.
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"I know."
He was just as cold and outside and bewildered and hurting regardless of how good a reason there was for it.
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He answers, and fiercely misses Credence, the real Credence.
"Well, I'm sorry the timing was so shitty. I wouldn't have wanted to- I would have wanted to hang around and talk about it. I might have made you pancakes."
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Credence shakes his head and Reparo-s the bed.
"It doesn't matter. It wasn't anybody's fault. Jedao and I didn't talk afterward."
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He corrects, and sits back down to do some delicate work on little fiddly bits.
"But I guess we can leave it."
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"Why?"
Clarifying:
"Why does it matter? It was just coincidence."
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He says, and shakes his head, snapping out of it.
"Well. Another weird flood survived."
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"Yes."
He brings his mattress back together, although it doesn't look as comfortable as it used to.
"...Have you and Jedao spoken? Since then?"
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He'll just- come over and help do the last little bit of work on that mattress, with a few fortifying spells of his own, picked up over a couple of years dealing with this back of his. He's gotten good at making mattresses better.
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"What's it...like? Being like that with them?"
He knows it's a vague question but he doesn't know how to be any more exact.
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Shrugging, a little uncertainly.
"It's nice to be underfoot with people who care about each other, doing their thing. Jedao tried to get my back to stop hurting, Fives chilled out and watched and drank tea. It was- good. I wasn't what they are, but I was valued."
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"Are you going to stay together when you leave?"
He has no excuse other than morbid curiosity to be asking.
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Glancing quickly up at him;
"No chance you want to come hang out on a newly colonized planet full of clones?"
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"I...."
What do you even say to that.
"Maybe. Is that what you're all going to do?"
He's not sure what Shiro wants to do after she's finished with the Barge, and her thoughts will definitely influence his own decision.
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A small, normal, everyday task.
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"That's..."
Ambitious.
"You'll find somewhere that's empty and make it so people can live there?"
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So, a shake of his head and a shrug.
"Will they want to cook in kitchens? In mess halls?"
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"Maybe mess halls until they find families," Credence suggests. "Until they learn how to cook, if they don't know already."
And some of them will simply never want or need to live in family units, he supposes.
"But I know what you're saying. There's a lot to think about."
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He says, and ticks off;
"Libraries, print or electronic. Communications. Work delegation. Work planning. Sanitation and medical facilities, education facilities, governance and processing centres."
Tilting his head side to side.
"It's gonna be fun- and I could honestly use someone with your raw processing power for magic and common sense and compassion."
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"I...I'll think about it," is the best he can offer. "I'll have to talk to Shiro."
He also kind of needs to confirm that they're still...a thing. That she even likes this changed version of himself.
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He says, with a nod.
"But I think you guys are like me. Like you should roll around."
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Credence shakes his head.
"I've been rolling around for six months. I want..."
His voice cracks a little on the realisation.
"I've never had a home."
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He assures him, quietly.
"Don't decide yet- let's make sure we're okay, but yeah- if we are- yeah."
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"I don't care about easy."
He wouldn't even recognise easy.
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"Is that something you can even imagine wanting?"
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"...I don't know what it would feel like. To not have to...struggle, for everything, all the time."
Sometimes, like in their shared dreamscape, he thinks he can imagine what it would be like. To not feel like he's constantly pushing against an environment that wants him hurting or dead or suppressed. But in the light of day, those fantasies stop making sense, start feeling insane.
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