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Aug. 25th, 2010 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
defectorWarnings: Mild spoilers for Eureka Seven, implied death. Oh, and HTML abuse.
Dream Effects: A generous heaping of guilt and self-loathing, mostly.
Filter: None.
(Hollow words befitting of a hollow man.)
There’s laughter—spiteful, empty laughter.
“What can you do?” Anemone asks, still laughing, and Dominic has no answer.
He recognizes it all too well. It's a poisonous voice, ensnaring him in its grip and he just wishes there was some way to free himself.
And then—it ends, with a whisper:
“—I give up! And if you do too, I…” Grieving words, shouted by a hurting child. And the one they’re directed to?
Renton’s far from in the best condition—he still needs the support of nearby crates just to stand, and yet—
“… But I can’t. I can’t, and I don’t think you want me to,” he says. “I don’t either. Giving up’s the last thing I want to do.”
Really, Dominic can empathize with him. But there’s a failure that rests on his shoulders, a painful reminder of what he understands now—a lesson Renton needs to learn.
“You should listen to the boy—” the first time he’s spoken since the child’s speech “—You have limits, Renton. Accept them.”
He has the scars to prove that he did all he could to protect Anemone. He believed and believed and tried to do it with everything he had—
—but believing and trying aren’t always enough, and they don’t mean anything if one doesn’t succeed.
“I, too, have been a fool… thinking, somehow, that I could save Anemone without anyone’s help. But I couldn’t.”
He was a fool. A complete and utter fool.
“… But it amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t protect her.
His own advice not taken, a promise broken again and again—
(If we were to take away sweet little Anemone in the dead of the silent night, I do wonder what would be left behind. Sir Dominic.)
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[Dominic wakes up to Gulliver, who's sitting on the bed, making what could probably be interpreted as a concerned sound. Smiling softly, Dominic pats it on the head.]
... It's all right. I'm all right...
Dream Effects: A generous heaping of guilt and self-loathing, mostly.
Filter: None.
There’s laughter—spiteful, empty laughter.
“What can you do?” Anemone asks, still laughing, and Dominic has no answer.
Laughing—
What can you do—
Then—it changes. The laughter doesn’t stop even though Dominic wishes it would, but the tone gradually changes—from a girl’s to a man’s.He recognizes it all too well. It's a poisonous voice, ensnaring him in its grip and he just wishes there was some way to free himself.
And then—it ends, with a whisper:
“Off
with
her
head.”
Renton’s far from in the best condition—he still needs the support of nearby crates just to stand, and yet—
“… But I can’t. I can’t, and I don’t think you want me to,” he says. “I don’t either. Giving up’s the last thing I want to do.”
Really, Dominic can empathize with him. But there’s a failure that rests on his shoulders, a painful reminder of what he understands now—a lesson Renton needs to learn.
“You should listen to the boy—” the first time he’s spoken since the child’s speech “—You have limits, Renton. Accept them.”
He has the scars to prove that he did all he could to protect Anemone. He believed and believed and tried to do it with everything he had—
—but believing and trying aren’t always enough, and they don’t mean anything if one doesn’t succeed.
“I, too, have been a fool… thinking, somehow, that I could save Anemone without anyone’s help. But I couldn’t.”
He couldn’t,
couldn’t,
couldn’t—
—So why did he think he could this time?
“I don’t know,” he admits, because he just doesn’t know. “Because I thought that comparing Vincent to world destruction, even if it was Vincent, was ridiculous, I guess.”He was a fool. A complete and utter fool.
“… But it amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t protect her.
His own advice not taken, a promise broken again and again—
—A head on the floor, and he throws up.
---
[Dominic wakes up to Gulliver, who's sitting on the bed, making what could probably be interpreted as a concerned sound. Smiling softly, Dominic pats it on the head.]
... It's all right. I'm all right...
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Date: 2010-08-26 05:09 pm (UTC)[At first he was going to call, but that seemed too demanding. Tactless though he is, he's not completely insensitive. He understands - though it's nothing like this, it can't even compare to this - what it is to have the entire damn place trampling over things you dearly wish could have just stayed private for no more reason than they're bored and it was there. And yet... well, he feels he's got to say something, even if it's no help. Even if all Dominic does is ignore it - what he does is up to him. But he can at least make the offer.
[To anyone who's received one of Ken's careless, barely-grammatical, ill-spelled and abbreviation-riddled text messages before this one is going to look pretty atypical, but there's a time and a place for everything. He's often clueless, but he isn't totally dumb.]
If you wanna talk or anything you can always call me. my phones on.
You gotta take care of yourself too okay?
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Date: 2010-08-26 05:16 pm (UTC)[Text]
Date: 2010-08-26 06:42 pm (UTC)[Still--]
Okay. If you ever decide your not though you know where I am. Youre not alone.
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Date: 2010-08-26 09:00 pm (UTC)But really...
This is why he can't tell you about Vincent, Ken.]
[He really does.]
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Date: 2010-08-26 09:40 pm (UTC)[Not that he's thinking about that, anyway. Right now, Ken's far more worried about whether Dominic's going to be okay than he is about what the dream he shouldn't have watched might mean.]
its okay you dont have to thank me. I just wanted to be sure youd be all right by yourself
[Because it's different if it's willed. It's totally okay to be alone when solitude is what you want - but it's the other possibility that bothered Ken.]
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Date: 2010-08-26 09:50 pm (UTC)[If he really ever did need the comfort, Minato's just a few rooms down the hall. Not that Dominic does, mind you. He's already made the decision to fight and keep on going, so he refuses to let this dream get to him.
Besides, it's gotten past the point of whether or not he wants solitude--it's simply become what he's accustomed to.]
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Date: 2010-08-27 02:37 pm (UTC)Thats okay then.
Guess you should try to get back to sleep or something. i wont keep you.
[Just... take care of yourself, too.]
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Date: 2010-08-27 04:55 pm (UTC)