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Who: Caesar Zeppeli and your face
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!

[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]

[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]

[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]

[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]

Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?

[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]

There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.

[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]

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[His stomach hurts. It's almost funny. It's a sign that he's alive, and Caesar doesn't want it. He watches Joseph out of the corner of his eye, breathing through his nose. He is angry. He's sorry, but he's angry, too. Joseph is being selfish.]

[They're both being selfish.]

[His shoulders relax. Oh, good, he thinks, you didn't die, but he's not fool enough to say it.]

Why?

[A moment; then he clears his throat.]

Why did you wait?

[Joseph is silent for what feels like a long time, but really it only lasts for a brief few seconds. He's not sure if it's because he's reluctant to say now because with Caesar here it might seem a little silly, a little childish to have held onto what little pieces of Caesar remained that he could hold onto or because Caesar has held back so much from him, so wouldn't it be fine for him to hold this to himself?]

[But no, Joseph is not that spiteful. He's never been that sort of person to seek revenge like that or be petty that way.]

That ring was my promise to you, not to Wham, to keep fighting and to live. [Joseph's voice is low and uncharacteristically serious. He opens his eyes and lifts his head this time, resting his mouth against his arm as he purses his lips. He turns his head after another moment to look at Caesar a little over his shoulder.] Besides, it was your fight. I knew your spirit wouldn't be able to rest until it was finished. So I kept you with me and made sure you were there.

You saved my life one last time. And then we finished it. Together.

[Like we were supposed to, he thinks, but doesn't say aloud. He's pretty certain Caesar doesn't share that opinion. He's too stubborn and too proud to accept help. It was only in death, when he wasn't left with much choice, that he finally did.]

[Joseph looks back out the window. He supposes normally, after killing Wham, that would be the point where he'd start to let Caesar go and let the memory of him rest. And yet here he is. Here they both are. His lips curve slightly in a hollow smile, neither filled with genuine joy nor even with bitterness. It figures Joseph would find some way to screw that up, too. At least he managed the important part. Or what he considers the important part.]

[Oh.]

[He doesn't know what he expected. Some logistical reason, not that. Joseph has never seemed sentimental to him until now - not particularly grounded in reality, either, but not sentimental.]

[It's only now that it hits him, what this means. How much hurt there is that's going unsaid. Joseph wouldn't have done that, wouldn't have waited, wouldn't be saying it like this - we finished it. Together - unless he was aching.]

[Caesar still wouldn't take it back. But the chasm of guilt is growing, and he has no idea what to do about it.]

[An apology is on the tip of his tongue. He swallows it down, staring past Joseph at the stars. Apologies mean he was wrong. He doesn't believe he was wrong. He just didn't want to hurt anyone, especially not Joseph.]

[He takes a step forward, another one. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that Joseph can see him out of the corner of his eye.]

Are you bleeding? Your hand.

[Joseph glances just briefly at Caesar once he gets closer, but otherwise keeps his gaze fixed at the quiet and seemingly endless dark beyond the window. He tests his hand, clenching his fist a little tighter. There's an acute and noticeable sting as tears in skin are pulled on, but he doesn't make a face and the only change in his breathing is subtle enough that Caesar would have to be acutely aware of it to notice. He loosens and relaxes his hand, lowering his arm back down to his side.]

I'm fine.

[It's not really what Caesar asked per se, but it's not oozing blood. He sarcastically thinks he'll probably keep the hand, but doesn't make the joke out loud. He doesn't feel much like making jokes anymore.]

[He snorts, and somehow makes it sound delicate.]

No, you're not.

[He's angry and hurt and fragile, lost in a strange place, unsure of what the future holds. They both are. Just because Caesar is stubborn doesn't mean he's stupid.]

[He takes another step forward and leans against the window, his expression impassive, shuttered.]

Just because I didn't tell you that--

Just because I didn't tell you, doesn't mean you have to lie to me.

[Joseph's gaze drops down to the floor. He can't even say it now. Even when Caesar knows that Joseph was given the truth, he can't say it out loud. If Joseph were thinking straight, less muddled and riddled with emotion, he'd probably see it as just something Caesar can't talk about regardless because it's yet another kind of loss he's survived. But he can't help but take it personal and feel the sting of it all the same as Caesar corrects himself.]

That part isn't for you, [he replies, blandly. He's not in the mood to joke around and yet, his mouth starts to open to make one almost reflexively. Joseph closes it before he can say anything though.]

[With his uninjured hand, he rubs at his eyes. They feel itchy and raw, the whole of him at this point feeling exhausted. He's not quite sure when his anger lost its energy, but he already misses it.]

[There's a long moment of silence when Caesar doesn't try to think of something to say. He isn't good at this, but he knows people. He knows when to stop, even if it's only for a moment.]

[And he shouldn't push his luck - shouldn't say anything. For all he knows, they'll be separated soon. They'll be able to avoid each other, if they want to. It's not as if they knew each other that long, really. It's not as if they even liked each other, at first.]

[But the fact is that, other reasons aside, Caesar died for Joseph, and Joseph - let him fight on past his death. Time isn't the important factor here. Sometimes people do unexpected things for you. Sometimes a man comes out of your past and saves your life. Sometimes someone else takes you into the future with him, because that's what friends do.]

[He still wouldn't take it back. But, he thinks, there are better friends in the world; he can acknowledge that much.]

It doesn't matter how angry you are at me. [His voice is quiet, low, raw.] I'm not leaving.

[Because there is no one else here for him; because he wouldn't want anyone else, anyway. Because, maybe, he owes him some solidity.]

[Joseph can't help but feel the pang of guilt and shame when Caesar lays out Joseph's anger so plainly. You're not supposed to think that way about the dead, certainly not when they're a friend. (And Caesar is. He's a friend regardless of his stupid, selfish decisions, or how angry Joseph gets with him.) At least, that's what he's always been taught. He doesn't think of having a right to even a fraction of that anger. And so, that guilt that has been ghosting along the edges of his anger seeps in, overshadowing and overtaking it.]

[He's being selfish and unfair to Caesar. Caesar lost everything. And it's just not Joseph's to feel entitled to like that.]

[So, he lifts his head again and looks Caesar square in the eye, and then,]

You leave and I'm just going to follow you again anyway. [He grins. He doesn't quite feel it. The guilt still rests low in his belly, but he's out of anger at least for now. He's out of a lot and so even a grin that's a little more fake than usual feels better than nothing. He can be selfish about that, he thinks, without feeling guilty about it.] I don't care how much you complain or try to insult me.

[His arm comes around Caesar's neck and pulls him over.]

I'm staying with you from now on. You better get used to it.

[He can tell that it's a push. He would be able to tell even if Joseph was better at faking this kind of thing. As it is, he sees that Joseph's trying and appreciates it, especially since he's about all out of patience himself. He's got a limited supply at the best of times, and this is not the best of times.]

[Things seem a little easier when Joseph pulls him close, though - if not normal then approaching normal, if not right then at least better. He's used to being manhandled by now, and elbows Joseph in the side again, but not as hard as he could if he wanted to.]

There are worse prospects.

[Like dying alone. Like leaving things behind, unfinished.]

[Because he's stuck with him, and because he's in a headlock, and because he can and he wants to, he leans his head on Joseph's shoulder. When he breathes out, it feels like a weight of tons lifts off his shoulder, the stones lifted, time reversed. He is still afraid, will be afraid, but he's not alone anymore.]

I'll help you find the controls, if you're that set on it.

[It's only a minute fraction, but his grin is a little more sincere at Caesar's answer. He's not thinking of the actual worse prospects. Thoughts like that, right now, are banished. All he thinks is that he got one of his best friends back.]

If I'm that set on it... [Joseph rolls his eyes again. Joseph tightens his grip and Caesar is getting himself a good old-fashioned noogie.] Are you kidding me!? I'd get to fly a spaceship. Who the hell wouldn't want to do that? I wonder if spaceship pilots get a hat. Better not be a helmet, that would completely screw up my hair.

[Says the guy currently wrecking the hell out of Caesar's hair with his noogie until he's forced to stop.]

[Oh, for fuck's sake. If it's not one thing with him, it's another. Again with the elbow in the side, harder this time, aiming to bruise if he can manage it.]

Let go or I'm throwing you into space.

[Not that he can actually be that mad about this. From his perspective, it's been just a few hours since he saw Joseph last, but it still feels as if there's been a great time gap. This is very reassuring Joseph-y behavior, all things considered.]

[Which does not mean Caesar won't punch the shit out of him if he doesn't let go.]

[There is a pause in the noogie when the elbow strikes Joseph in the side and he grunts. But he sure as hell isn't letting go. He just simply turns his back to Caesar and yep, he starts right up again.]

Were you not listening earlier? I'd just end up taking you with me, Caesarino.

[He's now definitely teasing and antagonizing on purpose. This is better. Easier. Much more the way it should be.]

[It's times like these when Caesar really regrets the couple of inches Joseph has on him. Twisting in his grip, he strikes out for whatever's closest - stomach, back, sides - and glares daggers up at him.]

Fine. Let go or I'll shave your head while you're sleeping.

[This is up there in Caesar's threat arsenal along with promises of actual murder.]

[Joseph does what he can to avoid the punches, but he's limited if he wants to keep hold of Caesar. Thus, Caesar is managing to pummel Joseph pretty good in retaliation. For the most part, Joseph just laughs it off, but there's a punch or two that cuts the laughter off at least for a few moments before he can start up again.]

You couldn't do that. I'd wake up the second you tried anything.

[And yet, Joseph is letting go now. Hmm...]

[See, he knows Joseph's weaknesses. Pulling away slightly, he huffs and runs his fingers through his hair to fix it, glancing at Joseph with a mutinous look and doing an excellent job at hiding his relief. The guy can't be that hurt if he's performing noogies that serious with his injured hand. Which is good, because otherwise Caesar was eventually going to make him take his damn glove off to make sure he hadn't busted his knuckles.]

You wouldn't. Don't underestimate me. You'll regret it.

[Despite his intense desire not to be noogied again, he doesn't move too far away. Just crosses his arms defensively and stands shoulder to shoulder with Joseph, chin tipped up in mock-defiance.]

[He almost, almost reaches out and ruffles Caesar's hair just to mess it up again. But he decides not to chance it. He'd like to keep both of his hands and not give Caesar a reason to break them off at the wrist, thank you very much. He'd already probably pushed his luck with that noogie.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah... [He's taking Caesar seriously. No, really. Why don't you believe it? Well, not important. What is important,] You know, you should really be nice to me. I might let you fly it for a bit once we find the controls.

Oh, really?

[He looks at Joseph skeptically, eyebrows raised. Somehow he doubts that Joseph would give up the controls of a spaceship even for a minute, but it's cute that he's pretending.]

Where are we flying to, Jojo?

[Look, he would consider it at least. If the opportunity is there, everyone should have a chance to experience it. Even snobbish little pricks like Caesar. And hey, maybe if Joseph had to like take a piss or something then he'd let Caesar fly it. But he'd have to give it back once Joseph got back.]

We've got the whole of space to explore, and you want to try and nail down a specific destination? [He sighs, shaking his head a little, not sure why he's even a little bit surprised. His arm goes around Caesar's neck again, but this time not putting him in a headlock or subjecting him to another noogie.] C'mon, you wouldn't really try to limit us like that, would you?

[He leans his head on Joseph's shoulder again, a little warily. This could turn into a headlock at any time and he needs to be prepared. Constant vigilance.]

Fine. Pick a couple of places. I don't care.

[It doesn't really matter in the long run. As long as Joseph doesn't crash them into anything, Caesar's okay with it.]

[Joseph tightens his hold a little, but only enough to give Caesar a small shake. It never quite meets a full headlock before he lets go.]

Hey, don't be a stick in the mud. I mean, look at it. [He gestures to the window with a wide motion.] Who knows what we could be the first to see and do out there? Who knows what other planets look like or what's living on them?

[Someone really better make sure Joseph doesn't start trying to smuggle alien pets on-board, okay.]

Or who's living on them. We might find a city out there older than Rome, but with technology more advanced than even this ship! Or maybe there are even more primitive societies out there than us. Think about it, we could stumble upon the birth of an entire civilization. [His laughter is loud.] They could start to idolize us in that case.

I just hope the food isn't horrible wherever it is we end up. Or that we can even eat it in the first place. Wouldn't that be shitty to get food poisoning in space? [Pun maybe a little intended.] But I'm sure we could make do with whatever the hell's on this ship, worst comes to worst.

[At this point, Joseph is chattering. But he can't help himself. He doesn't look outside the window and marvel at the terrifying beauty of space. He doesn't worry himself about the hows and whys of how he or Caesar got here. He doesn't even (at least not loud) give much thought about home in general for now. He's not even worried about what happens when the adventure comes to the end or if it ever will. He's just excited by the prospect of what's out there and where they can go from here. While some quiet part of him really does understand why perhaps Caesar might not share in his enthusiasm, he loudly seems to project otherwise.]

[Or maybe not so much that either. Maybe he just doesn't want Caesar to dwell either and to keep his eyes forward without trying to guess what will come next or be afraid of it. Not everything needs to be gloomy or hang over his head.]

[The thought of a primitive society worshiping Joseph as their god is possibly the most terrifying thing Caesar has ever considered. He delicately sets it aside and listens to the rest of Joseph's excited rambling - much better than the sullen silence from before, and more or less worth the almost-headlock.]

[Honestly, Caesar doesn't know what to think about any of this, either. Not really. If they could go home and he could be alive again, he would, but from everything he's seen so far, that doesn't seem possible. So there are worse alternatives than being excited about what's to come. Sometimes Joseph is actually capable of reminding him of the important things as well as just being a loud, obnoxious jerk.]

[He has a sneaking suspicion that Joseph is going to be sorely disappointed in the food, but. Well. No need to burst that particular bubble yet. Instead he glances out at the stars, their light shining on his face to articulate the half-smile he can't quite suppress.]

I didn't realize this was what you wanted all along. The whole time you were training, you were daydreaming about space, weren't you.

[~~There is going to be a great deal of theatrical bellyaching the moment Joseph realizes the food situation around here. You can bet all your lira on it, Caesar.~~]

Not the whole time, [he says with a serious shake of his head.] Loggins didn't really give me much time to think about anything but Hamon and I had a lot to think about. I couldn't dedicate the whole time to thinking about space, that would be stupid.

[Of course, it wasn't always on the fantastical end of things. Sometimes even Joseph gave into the doom and gloom mindset in private, worrying if all this training was going to be enough and worried about what would happen to his grandmother if he failed. She'd already lost far too much in her life and the thought that he could be one more person... Times like that, he feels guilty about keeping the truth from her, but he knows it to be the best. She doesn't need to worry about that.]

[But not every thought of home--as most of his thoughts were exactly that--were even spent worrying about his grandmother. She had Speedwagon and Smokey to look after her in his absence, after all. They'd see to it that she had everything she needed whenever she needed it without question. She'd never really be alone as long as those two stuck around. Instead, there were times when he'd wonder what everyone was up to, what they might be talking about, if they were happy and having a good time. Sometimes he wondered how long it would be until he could see them again. It's cheesy and he'd never admit to it out loud, but he wondered, every once in a while, if those were the times they were thinking of him, too, and wondering the same things. He liked to think so.]

[Caesar had never thought of "home" so much. His own childhood home had been long-dispersed, his family's belongings divided up and sent away. But there was home with his siblings, whom he missed, who, he imagined, missed him.]

[He wonders if they know what happened, if Lisa Lisa will be able to notify them. He wonders if there was really anything left to bury, and sighs, glancing up at Joseph to make sure he's still there.]

Just some of the time, then. [A slight nudge to his side; he's teasing.]

I never thought about it. Traveling. Or space.

[Knowing what Joseph knows now? That... Well, that doesn't really come as that much of a shocker now. Caesar isn't like Joseph who's not only easily distracted but constantly seeking distraction. Caesar stays not just steady to the course, but he stays entirely focused and driven by it. What has he had outside a distaste for Joseph's family or his drive for revenge for his father's sake? There simply is not a whole lot beyond that.]

[Or at least, there doesn't seem like there be. Almost doesn't ask, but decides to anyway. There was...is so much of Caesar and Caesar's life that he never got a chance to know. And it's still possible that Caesar will shut all of that down, but Joseph's never let that discourage him in the past and certainly won't now. There's some merit in looking at what's right in front of you, too, anyway.]

So what did you think about then? [he asks, casually enough as he tips his head slightly and looks at Caesar.]

[Part of Caesar was never certain he'd have the opportunity to do much but get that revenge. Of course he had dreams - everyone has dreams - but thinking about them sometimes made him overthink the dangers he'd have to overcome to get there, so he tried not to. He escaped into more immediate, fleeting joys, things he didn't have to dedicate an incredible amount of energy to, things that didn't require thought to the future.]

[He glances at Joseph, shrugs, smiles.]

Books. Food. Girls. [The latter with a wider grin, because he knows that Joseph disapproves.]

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