[please no more broken backs. one was enough, how is this old man going to do karate at this rate.
that aside mob glances up to him, another crack in the veneer with how his lip trembles. daniel is looking at him and without disgust or anger. he isn't even afraid. how is that possible? it seems like a dream, something that can't actually be true but part of his mind wishes it was.
he's always, always thought there must be a line somewhere. accidents could hurt people, but not at this scale. there had to be a place where accident became fault. all tying into the attempt to never forget just how much damage he could do if he ever lost it- if he ever decided he wanted to. it was always too much but daniel saw it himself now and didn't think so. he said he'd still help. that mob was still welcome here.
that he could still be happy, even with daniel sitting there, in pain.
rain start to tap at the window, louder and louder. none of the dangerous winds of before, just a sudden downpour like sheets of water coming down. (98%) mob clutches his chest for a moment, head bowed. he could call makima, part of him thinks, but he's in miyagi-do where he feels safe, where daniel isn't mad at him or refusing to look at him. he sees him. he's not alone.
(99%, 100%)
mob's shoulders shake a little, a soft sound like a sob before the dam in his chest cracks. a lot of items in the room start to float, smaller items drawn into a quiet orbit around them. any plants droop as mob begins to cry in earnest. it's ugly crying, the crying of a kid who isn't trying to control it, the hiccuping sobs that make him choke and cough a little.
in fact it may be hard for daniel not to cry too, the power seeping through. it might just be crying without feeling, if it happens, like he can't control it but there's no particular grief fueling it. maybe it will be an imprint of mob's grief that daniel can feel, just how deeply, horribly sorry he is, how scared.
maybe it's daniel's own, buried however far down it is and unearthed. if he's really lucky he might feel the power wrap around him and chase away his pain, at least for this moment. sure to come back as soon as mob's power settles again, but for the moment he's just curled up and saying,] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
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that aside mob glances up to him, another crack in the veneer with how his lip trembles. daniel is looking at him and without disgust or anger. he isn't even afraid. how is that possible? it seems like a dream, something that can't actually be true but part of his mind wishes it was.
he's always, always thought there must be a line somewhere. accidents could hurt people, but not at this scale. there had to be a place where accident became fault. all tying into the attempt to never forget just how much damage he could do if he ever lost it- if he ever decided he wanted to. it was always too much but daniel saw it himself now and didn't think so. he said he'd still help. that mob was still welcome here.
that he could still be happy, even with daniel sitting there, in pain.
rain start to tap at the window, louder and louder. none of the dangerous winds of before, just a sudden downpour like sheets of water coming down. (98%) mob clutches his chest for a moment, head bowed. he could call makima, part of him thinks, but he's in miyagi-do where he feels safe, where daniel isn't mad at him or refusing to look at him. he sees him. he's not alone.
(99%, 100%)
mob's shoulders shake a little, a soft sound like a sob before the dam in his chest cracks. a lot of items in the room start to float, smaller items drawn into a quiet orbit around them. any plants droop as mob begins to cry in earnest. it's ugly crying, the crying of a kid who isn't trying to control it, the hiccuping sobs that make him choke and cough a little.
in fact it may be hard for daniel not to cry too, the power seeping through. it might just be crying without feeling, if it happens, like he can't control it but there's no particular grief fueling it. maybe it will be an imprint of mob's grief that daniel can feel, just how deeply, horribly sorry he is, how scared.
maybe it's daniel's own, buried however far down it is and unearthed. if he's really lucky he might feel the power wrap around him and chase away his pain, at least for this moment. sure to come back as soon as mob's power settles again, but for the moment he's just curled up and saying,] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.