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Mitham: .......*shifts and gets up on his knees, and will get Deckard to sit up enough for Mitham to HUG him.* There will be. The numb will go away, and I'll be here for you when it does.
Deckard: ............... *hugs back, but then looks at him* Why? *not suspicious, not doubtful, just...an honest, almost /innocent/ question*
Mitham: ....Because I wish someone would have been there for me, when the numb went away. No one should have to grieve alone....
Deckard: *finally /looks/ at him* You've . . . lost someone? I-I'm sorry... *for Mitham's loss...and that he's so focused on himself, he shouldn't be, he's got people to protect...starts to push everything down as he moves to climb to his feet*
Mitham: *catches his hand to keep him there* Couple years ago now. ...Don't go back yet... *he just...wants to sit with Deckard. He feels like he can connect with the bot...*
Deckard: ...........my team's probably looking for me. I shouldn't have left them. *though he makes no move to pull away*
Mitham: They know you needed time to yourself.
Deckard: .................. *sits back down, looking defeated* I've failed. I'd sworn I would protect Yuuta with everything I have. I . . . I couldn't protect him. He was killed . . . we couldn't stop it. It's my job to lead the others and keep them safe. I'm the team head, but I . . . I-I don't know what to do anymore. *and that...that frightens him, especially with everyone he's ever relied on taken from him*
Mitham: *studies him a moment* .......I don't know Yuuta, so I don't know what he'd say, but....if he really loved you the way it sounds like he did, he'd want to to enjoy your life, to find a reason to keep going, to learn new things, experience new things, and remember him fondly, always. Do that, and I'm /positive/ you'll make him proud.
Deckard: .........we were built for one thing. /I/ was built for one thing. I don't know how to do anything else. I don't /want/ to do anything else. Even when I was given the chance, I choose to remain a police officer. Even the others . . . they went off to pursue other things, but they all wound up coming back. *never mind that it all wound up being a dream, it felt real at the time so they really did do what they did, in a sense* But here . . . never mind that the laws don't protect /us/ - they didn't back home either. But . . . slavery? /Killing/ a child just because of her parents? Abusing people, especially children, instead of caring for them? I just . . . I . . . I can't . . . I /can't/ defend that!
Mitham: Then don’t. We can start our own place, our own city, and bring people there that would be hurt or killed. They’ll be under your protection, and no one will dare do them harm. I’m not saying to rush into town and take all the salves, but there are so many people we can help, we can keep safe, give them a second chance at life! *such high hopes...he doesn’t know the first thing about surviving on his own, not.../really/. He can steal and raid garbage piles, but....but Terris does....and Inami, they’d teach people how to farm, and maybe they can get animals to raise, and make houses, and all of that....right?* We can do it...together. All of us.
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McC: None of us are programmed with survival skills. Will you teach us? So we can do more than just guard but actually help people /live/.
Dmps: *nods* We'll create our own rules, just ones, and we'll uphold those.
DB: This will be great!
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GM: We'll have to figure out what to do about weaponry. I doubt they have gunpowder here yet.
PJ: And without our combination forms, we can't access our energy weapons.
Deckard: *small frown* That's a good point. Sirrah-sama? *is that something she can help with?*
((IDK she'd be willing, but she'd probably be /able/ - travel to another planet that produces what they need or close enough and just bring it to them))
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