Sweet dreams are made of these...

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Comments

[mylegacy]

[He stiffens, tips his chin up at her. But that's as much defiance as she gets, because as much of a little punk as he is, he was taught to respect women in authority positions, within certain limits, so - he goes very still, if sullen, and watches her work.]

[After a long moment, moving as little as he can:]

I don't understand who you are.

[ino]

[ Good boy. She seems satisfied with the level of compliance he's given her, and he'll get a little smile in return.

She'll dab at what's left of the blood for a moment, before healing up that bruise. It's a strange feeling, ticklish and fuzzy as the skin tightens up into its original non-swollen state. She doesn't look away from what she's doing to answer the question, though: ]

I'm Ino.

[mylegacy]

That's not what I--

[Wincing, he clamps his teeth together, but doesn't move away as she heals him.]

That's not what I meant.

[ino]

[ It doesn't take much longer, and she'll gently press a few spots around the bone near his eye to make sure everything's in place before she lets go ]

There we go, all better.

[ She'll look at him conversationally now, rather than medically ]

What did you mean, then?

[mylegacy]

[He visibly struggles to express himself. This is Caesar from before he was good with words; he doesn't know what he's trying to say.]

I don't know . . . w-why. You are. Doing this.

[ino]

[ She's patient with him, waiting until he gets it all out. ]

Because you were hurt. When people are hurt, I help them. That's what I do.

[mylegacy]

[Huffing, he turns his head away.]

That's not what real people do.

[ino]

[ She's sad for him. To feel that way about everyone ... ]

Then you must not know very many real people.

[mylegacy]

[He drops his chin, considering this. Why is she trying so hard to convince him?]

I know some. But I have to protect them from everyone else.

[ino]

I'm sure you do a fine job of it, too.

[ She smiles. Flattery never hurts! ]

But just because you haven't met them yet doesn't mean there aren't more, right?

[mylegacy]

Mm . . .

[That doesn't make sense.]

They took our house. And others let them. So where were the good people then?

[ino]

[ Oh. That's ... ]

Just because they exist ... that unfortunately doesn't mean they'll always know how to find someone who needs help.

[ But the more she's thinking about it, the more irritated she gets. She lifts her hands to crack her knuckles. ]

I'd sure like to meet those people who stood by and did nothing, though.

[ And beat the shit out of them, is the implied end to that sentence ]

[mylegacy]

[He . . . looks at her, kind of wide-eyed. For a second he actually looks more or less his age.]

. . . And do what?

[Obviously violence means a lot more to him than words do.]

[ino]

[ She lifts an eyebrow, keeping one fist in the other palm. ]

Make them sorry, obviously.

[mylegacy]

How?

[LEANS IN EAGERLY . . . CAMPFIRE STORY? EH?]

[. . . It may be possible to guess where he got all those wounds from.]

[ino]

[ She eyes him, slightly amused now, before she drops her fist to put a hand on her hip instead ]

You seem a little too excited about that.