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[It's not the reaction Hiro expects, and it throws him, making him back up a step uncertainly. The last time he'd seen Robert Callaghan, the man had treated him warmly, so he's not sure how to measure the change of heart he's suddenly confronted with. Maybe he's mistaken. The Kedan are shapeshifters, after all, maybe -
But Hiro's stubborn and not convinced, so he pushes back, this time more insistent.]
...The fire? At the university? You - Tadashi -
[He fumbles, trying to make up for the lack of words with his hands, and then freezes mid-gesture as his brain locks in on one and only one detail - grasps at it, fixing Callaghan with a desperately hopeful look because what about -]
[there's no hostility there. Hiro is confused and almost lost, but there's no painful realization - or, at least, nothing more than from an influx of information. the utter lack of enmity...
Callaghan is still frozen, but this is such a feeling of deja vu- because even with the differences, Hiro's first question is still Tadashi. and he can't blame him, really. in the time that's passed, in the time he's had to calm, he can consider that perhaps his original response had not been the best, even if his defense was just as strong then as it would be now...
his eyes look behind Hiro for a moment, then return to the boy. he flexes his hands, then, after a moment - takes a step forwards]
[That gets a tight-lipped, guilty look quickly aimed downward at Hiro's sneakers. He can't tell the truth, not when the last thing he remembers is tossing a neatly typed notice of acceptance printed on SFIT letterhead in the garbage. And then picking up his fighting bot to work on it -
Can't say that, either.
He finds he's ashamed of every possible explanation he could give and would sort of like to just...run, maybe, and hide again. He tries to frame it in the least pathetic-sounding way he can come up with.]
I was...in my room? The fire was a few weeks ago... [He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous, tell-tale gesture, and laughs half-heartedly.] First time I've been out since then, and it's on the back of a giant turtle, apparently. Okay but seriously, what about Tadashi?
[...a few weeks. and no references to...if Hiro knew of that, he'd bring it up, he would let it go. it's too personal to ignore, even if it was never meant to be. it was only supposed to ever be personal to Callaghan himself...
it's his turn to look down, now, mind continuing to race. he could say he didn't know, how he was in a coma? but- maybe-]
One moment I'm surrounded by fire, the next...
[-the less he says, the less lies come out of his mouth, and if Hiro draws his own conclusions...
in a sense, it's true. everything seemed to rush from point A to B like a runaway train, and all he could do was try desperately to steer it before it went completely off course. he was helpless in its inertia, could only desperately try and control the damage as the threat of more and worse came in...
nonetheless, he closes his eyes.]
...I don't know what happened to him. I'm sorry.
[didn't know. does now. and the words taste somehow false, but can he offer any less?]
[There's no upset denial, no yelling or reasoning but maybe, not even a soft oh; just quiet. All of him sags; his chin drops, his shoulders fall, his posture turns to something less confident, more hunched and closed off. The barest of nods shows quiet acceptance.
He wouldn't even say he feels disappointed. Just...heavy. Weighed down. Something like that.]
...He died.
[His tone is dead, maybe deceptively so. A sliding timeline, maybe, due to the weird dimensional mechanics in turtle world. Or maybe Callaghan's just plain dead and somehow ended up here instead of...wherever dead people go.
Do they go anywhere? Hiro's not particularly religious or superstitious. He hasn't thought about it.]
They say the weird turtle floats around between life, death and dreaming right? Maybe...
[it's such a different reaction than the one before. it's so...empty. he's known Hiro as cocky, confident - so self-assured. and then intent, chasing after answers, and then..a solution. and then searching for another way, a better different way...
and now this. shadow. he can't bear to leave it - him - like this.]
...there are some very strange things here, Hiro. I...wouldn't keep my hopes up, but I can't say it's impossible...
[this feels wrong. but he just can't bring himself to erase that thought. and yet he moves on, quickly, stepping forwards after another hesitation]
[He hasn't spoken to anyone except maybe, just barely, his Aunt in weeks; so remembering how to have a normal conversation with another person is...okay, it's taking some effort. Compound that with the fact it's Robert Callaghan, who appears to be taking slightly more than passing interest in him at this moment, and he's tripping over his own voice like he doesn't know how to use it.]
I-I...just...uh. Not that long ago. I was just...browsing for some tools so maybe I could...
[...Do something. He'd been trying before all this - he wouldn't go back to the school, never back there, he can't, but if he could just find something to do to distract himself...there's not exactly bot fighting in turtle town, but still. Something.
There's a shout from somewhere down the street. Hiro catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the merchant he'd borrowed the screwdriver from and immediately dives back into his hiding spot.]
[there is a very keen interest in Hiro right now. partly for self-preservation, partly because- Hiro. this was a boy who had, has so much potential, and here he is only so recognizable...
...he glances towards the source of the noise. an angry-looking kedan, looking over stalls and in to alleys and clearly searching for something.
or someone.
getting in trouble already? he wonders...not that he phrases it that way. instead, he takes a position leaning against Hiro's stall, making a small show of examining the results of his trade]
[Hiro shrinks, as if he could get any smaller at this point; if he could sink into the ground and disappear, he probably would. A moment ago he'd been snickering quietly about his prize. Now he clutches it in his fingers, tucked tightly against his chest like a badge of shame he needs to hide.]
I-I didn't...I mean...
[A beat. Then, quieter:]
It's not like he was gonna use it for anything.
[He ducks his head and covers it with his hands, just about curled up into a ball when the Kedan in question storms by - even pauses, to demand if Callaghan's seen a Foreigner boy about yay high, the little thief -]
[so Hiro did do something, and now- theft? he makes a bit of a face, but only emits a simple politeness as the Kedan approaches. he tilts his head in thought, and then notes that he thought he saw someone small heading over towards the main area, but he wasn't sure they were a Foreigner, couldn't make much out of them-
-he fields the any questions of where and how long ago with expert deflection, even offering a bare apology for not paying better attention- anything to get the Kedan moving away, leaving him them in peace, he even watches him leave before lowering his hand, holding it palm-open towards Hiro-
[Hiro lifts his head enough to take a peek at Callaghan's outstretched hand, and he stares at it because what...oh. Oh.
There's a moment's hesitation, and then he fishes the screwdriver out of his pocket, pressing it into Callaghan's palm without looking; he tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms instead, letting out a quiet, strangled noise.
...At least Callaghan didn't give him away. For that, he's grateful, though it almost makes the whole thing feel worse.]
[good boy. Callaghan takes it, waits a few moments more to ensure the Kedan's given distance, then brings it in to view with a rather skeptical glance. then he makes a mental sigh, lowering his hand again, the screwdriver loosely at his side...
and well within reach.]
You're either going to let me keep this so I can return it, or you're going to make it a priority to pay them back. Either way, I've better tools in my own workspace; you're welcome to make use of them, as long as you're careful with them.
[Hiro expects to be in trouble. He fully expects a talk, of some sort, about how his behavior is disappointing and he shouldn't have done this, and he doesn't even have the energy to make excuses because Callaghan would be right. In the face of somebody who he maybe, kind of looks up to, Hiro can't even be cocky or smug about it anymore; he's disappointed in himself now.
He doesn't expect to be offered help of all things. He looks up sharply, questioning, confused; his eyes dart to the screwdriver in Callaghan's hand, and then back to his face. And maybe there's just a trace there of hopeful eagerness, tempered by hesitance.]
I can't just...I... [A pause, while his mouth opens and closes and he tries to find the right words but they won't come out.] - Really?
If it's option two, you're doing it with interest for the stress. [but he doesn't elaborate on anything else, then glances down, slowly.
he's- a little disappointed, yes. but quite frankly there's so many other mixed feelings, there's only so much room for such. some of them may even be showing through- trepidation, confusion, concern-
and the fact that Hiro's looking at him without any sort of anger, betrayal, or even pity, like he thought he'd seen before things had gone fully to hell at Krei Tech...]
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But Hiro's stubborn and not convinced, so he pushes back, this time more insistent.]
...The fire? At the university? You - Tadashi -
[He fumbles, trying to make up for the lack of words with his hands, and then freezes mid-gesture as his brain locks in on one and only one detail - grasps at it, fixing Callaghan with a desperately hopeful look because what about -]
Is Tadashi alive too?
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Callaghan is still frozen, but this is such a feeling of deja vu- because even with the differences, Hiro's first question is still Tadashi. and he can't blame him, really. in the time that's passed, in the time he's had to calm, he can consider that perhaps his original response had not been the best, even if his defense was just as strong then as it would be now...
his eyes look behind Hiro for a moment, then return to the boy. he flexes his hands, then, after a moment - takes a step forwards]
What's the last thing you remember...?
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Can't say that, either.
He finds he's ashamed of every possible explanation he could give and would sort of like to just...run, maybe, and hide again. He tries to frame it in the least pathetic-sounding way he can come up with.]
I was...in my room? The fire was a few weeks ago... [He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous, tell-tale gesture, and laughs half-heartedly.] First time I've been out since then, and it's on the back of a giant turtle, apparently. Okay but seriously, what about Tadashi?
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it's his turn to look down, now, mind continuing to race. he could say he didn't know, how he was in a coma? but- maybe-]
One moment I'm surrounded by fire, the next...
[-the less he says, the less lies come out of his mouth, and if Hiro draws his own conclusions...
in a sense, it's true. everything seemed to rush from point A to B like a runaway train, and all he could do was try desperately to steer it before it went completely off course. he was helpless in its inertia, could only desperately try and control the damage as the threat of more and worse came in...
nonetheless, he closes his eyes.]
...I don't know what happened to him. I'm sorry.
[didn't know. does now. and the words taste somehow false, but can he offer any less?]
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He wouldn't even say he feels disappointed. Just...heavy. Weighed down. Something like that.]
...He died.
[His tone is dead, maybe deceptively so. A sliding timeline, maybe, due to the weird dimensional mechanics in turtle world. Or maybe Callaghan's just plain dead and somehow ended up here instead of...wherever dead people go.
Do they go anywhere? Hiro's not particularly religious or superstitious. He hasn't thought about it.]
They say the weird turtle floats around between life, death and dreaming right? Maybe...
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betterdifferent way...and now this. shadow. he can't bear to leave it - him - like this.]
...there are some very strange things here, Hiro. I...wouldn't keep my hopes up, but I can't say it's impossible...
[this feels wrong. but he just can't bring himself to erase that thought. and yet he moves on, quickly, stepping forwards after another hesitation]
When did you get here?
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I-I...just...uh. Not that long ago. I was just...browsing for some tools so maybe I could...
[...Do something. He'd been trying before all this - he wouldn't go back to the school, never back there, he can't, but if he could just find something to do to distract himself...there's not exactly bot fighting in turtle town, but still. Something.
There's a shout from somewhere down the street. Hiro catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the merchant he'd borrowed the screwdriver from and immediately dives back into his hiding spot.]
Sh-it. Don't tell him I'm here.
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...he glances towards the source of the noise. an angry-looking kedan, looking over stalls and in to alleys and clearly searching for something.
or someone.
getting in trouble already? he wonders...not that he phrases it that way. instead, he takes a position leaning against Hiro's stall, making a small show of examining the results of his trade]
Do I want to know what they think you did?
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I-I didn't...I mean...
[A beat. Then, quieter:]
It's not like he was gonna use it for anything.
[He ducks his head and covers it with his hands, just about curled up into a ball when the Kedan in question storms by - even pauses, to demand if Callaghan's seen a Foreigner boy about yay high, the little thief -]
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-he fields the any questions of where and how long ago with expert deflection, even offering a bare apology for not paying better attention- anything to get the Kedan moving away, leaving him
themin peace, he even watches him leave before lowering his hand, holding it palm-open towards Hiro-hand it over, kid. what did he just lie for?]
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There's a moment's hesitation, and then he fishes the screwdriver out of his pocket, pressing it into Callaghan's palm without looking; he tucks his knees against his chest and buries his face in his arms instead, letting out a quiet, strangled noise.
...At least Callaghan didn't give him away. For that, he's grateful, though it almost makes the whole thing feel worse.]
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and well within reach.]
You're either going to let me keep this so I can return it, or you're going to make it a priority to pay them back. Either way, I've better tools in my own workspace; you're welcome to make use of them, as long as you're careful with them.
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He doesn't expect to be offered help of all things. He looks up sharply, questioning, confused; his eyes dart to the screwdriver in Callaghan's hand, and then back to his face. And maybe there's just a trace there of hopeful eagerness, tempered by hesitance.]
I can't just...I... [A pause, while his mouth opens and closes and he tries to find the right words but they won't come out.] - Really?
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he's- a little disappointed, yes. but quite frankly there's so many other mixed feelings, there's only so much room for such. some of them may even be showing through- trepidation, confusion, concern-
and the fact that Hiro's looking at him without any sort of anger, betrayal, or even pity, like he thought he'd seen before things had gone fully to hell at Krei Tech...]