[ Video/Action | Open ] Rosh Hashanah

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Who: Kitty Pryde and YOU!
Broadcast: Video, open
Action: Iskaulit, feel free to run into her
When: Nowish!

[Kitty is on screen looking much more feminine than last time.]

Does anyone have any apples or honey or anything close to either from the last stop? I was...just thinking about it today. [Softer.] Not that I even know how to tell when sundown is in space.

[But she knows it's close to Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, but nailing down a date would take calculating she can't do based on a moon that's not even here. She's not really a religious person and has some definite issues with god especially after everything she's been through back home, but the traditions remind her of better times when she was young with her family. She didn't think about it much in the last place because they didn't run off of a calendar she was familiar with, but here it brings back memories.]

Anyway, I'd trade for some if you do. We'll work something out.

Leshana tovah. [She's wishing people a good year in Hebrew, but she doesn't bother explaining the meaning.]

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[That would explain this feeling she has of not knowing what to expect from him now. There's too much history for it to feel like starting fresh, but she also doesn't know what kind of person he is and what he'll do from here. She hopes it will be good and not just for her sake. For Kurt's and Hank's and Charles and Raven. Everyone in the Fleet really. And for Erik too. She's had too many enemies in life. She doesn't want another.

She looks at him thoughtfully when he makes the offer and inclines her head just enough to register as a nod before she reaches up to take them.] You kept some for yourself I trust?

[exothermia]

I did. [He had simply used up all of the week's supplies and made as many as possible. There were three left on the Heron; some he would leave out for others to take as they pleased.]

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Good. Do the others celebrate with you? [Hank, Charles, Raven. She doesn't list the names.]

[exothermia]

[The question takes him by surprise.]

I've never-- [Been around them for long enough to do that. Would he have done that, had he actually stayed at the mansion? In 1973 or now? He shakes his head, cutting off the thought.] I celebrated with my family. That's all.

[That's all and that's gone.]

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[See that line? Kitty's going to go ahead and jump right over it now. Metaphorically speaking. No actual jumping is occurring. She does pause first though, because she sees the line. She just thinks it might be something he needs to hear and she may be a lot younger, but both their lives have been deeply marked by loss. Their parents. Friends. Hers to Apocalypse. His to the Holocaust. Their spouses. Hers to madness and death—her own followed by Piotr's. His to...to whatever it was. She doesn't know. She never had a child. She was young, but she had wanted that. She still wants it and it still feels impossible. And she's lost people to being abducted. Of course she's found a few that way too. She assumes it's the same for him.]

I think they might be your family too if you let them.

[And you might lose them too. That's the scary part. Where you care so deeply and it doesn't mean you get to keep them. Maybe they choose to leave you and maybe they don't. But if you stop trying... Well, that's when you do stupid, terrible things like becoming a horseman of the Apocalypse.]

[exothermia]

[He flinches at the comment. Not because it rings false, or because it's a truth he's never heard before. He knows already what they mean to him. Raven, Hank... Charles most of all. To hear it from Kitty, in a place like this, after he struck down her misplaced faith in him... that's what hits him unprepared.

After a moment, he looks away, back towards his shuttle.]

They are. But that doesn't make things any simpler. [Not after everything that's happened. Not after he lost the family he spent ten years letting into his heart. Not after he left Charles from his own fear, and then woke up here to realise he'd broken a promise that he hadn't remembered. Not when his very presence in people's lives tends to ruin them.]

[He should go.]

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[She sees the words land deeply.] Not simple. Not easy. Just...important.

[She takes a deep breath.] Thanks, again for this. [Nodding to the bread.]

[exothermia]

[He just nods, and turns to go, Kitty's original mention of apples forgotten in the wake of where the conversation turned.]

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[She doesn't say anything more, but she does follow after, holding out the apples and honey for him to take. She carefully avoids his eyes as she walks away.]