"Oh- pff.." he looks bashful for a spell and thumbs his jaw. He doesn't mean to bring everything back to the war but it has a way of working itself into his conversation.
Into his everything.
In many ways Raleigh is still there. In many ways, when his brother was lost to the ocean, he, too, stayed in the blood thick depths. So profoundly affected by that loss, the anniversary of which is quickly approaching, the wound infiltrates his every action both waking and asleep. There isn't a day which goes by that Raleigh does not think of Yancy Becket. Most days, like today, he sees him just out of the corner of his eye.
Now, without looking, Raleigh knows his brother is standing behind him with a pinched expression, inspecting one of the mobiles. He's drawn the the pieces of blue and amber glass in particular.
"Where I come from, we faced attack by an alien race looking to take our world for their own. They opened a rift between our universes deep down on the ocean floor and one by one, they came. These.. enormous beings we didn't have any idea how to fight."
A pause. He wets his lips.
"We found that the only way to fight a monster was to make monsters of our own. We called them Jaegers. It means hunter. The body of a machine piloted by two humans through a psychic bond. There are things you can't fight.. hurricanes, acts of God. But when you were in a Jaeger, you could fight the hurricane, and you win. We got pretty good at it, too."
It's said with a bittersweet tone. He, of course, was the weak link. Yancy was the one with the real talent, but he needed a co-pilot and was only compatible with his brother.
"One of the kaiju- the monsters- had wings. Towards the end of the war. We- my second co-pilot and I- realized we could freeze it by taking it up into the outer reaches of the atmosphere. We didn't know if it would work but it was kicking our ass and we had to do something."
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Into his everything.
In many ways Raleigh is still there. In many ways, when his brother was lost to the ocean, he, too, stayed in the blood thick depths. So profoundly affected by that loss, the anniversary of which is quickly approaching, the wound infiltrates his every action both waking and asleep. There isn't a day which goes by that Raleigh does not think of Yancy Becket. Most days, like today, he sees him just out of the corner of his eye.
Now, without looking, Raleigh knows his brother is standing behind him with a pinched expression, inspecting one of the mobiles. He's drawn the the pieces of blue and amber glass in particular.
"Where I come from, we faced attack by an alien race looking to take our world for their own. They opened a rift between our universes deep down on the ocean floor and one by one, they came. These.. enormous beings we didn't have any idea how to fight."
A pause. He wets his lips.
"We found that the only way to fight a monster was to make monsters of our own. We called them Jaegers. It means hunter. The body of a machine piloted by two humans through a psychic bond. There are things you can't fight.. hurricanes, acts of God. But when you were in a Jaeger, you could fight the hurricane, and you win. We got pretty good at it, too."
It's said with a bittersweet tone. He, of course, was the weak link. Yancy was the one with the real talent, but he needed a co-pilot and was only compatible with his brother.
"One of the kaiju- the monsters- had wings. Towards the end of the war. We- my second co-pilot and I- realized we could freeze it by taking it up into the outer reaches of the atmosphere. We didn't know if it would work but it was kicking our ass and we had to do something."