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[motivation]

what the hells?

[ that's it. guess who definitely wasn't expecting to be on a train to new tokyo? yeah. ]

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[blyat]

[That's... a lot of shit. Beaten to near-death, still aware enough to see the bomb, to know it would be his end, not enough time to do anything about it. Just watch and wait. To be revived half-dead, then used as some tool? Cain's not sure he follows, but it's clear Jason made it out with his sanity somehow.

He waits until they've both got a fresh drink, going slow with the first sip.]

... So? Did it?

[reneger]

Enough. ( and he downs the second shot like it's nothing, pauses to savor the taste before continuing on with his. fucked up life story. ) I'm up now, ain't I? But back then--it was touch and go. I'd get so angry I'd lose my shit, almost killed Hafid once. There was another kid, too. Didn't deserve it one bit, he just. . happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

( there's. remorse in his tone. an ugly twist to his lips. ) I could keep blaming the pit, y'know. Pretend like that sludge fucked me over so bad I just couldn't control anything, but nah. Whatever it brought back's what I still have now.

[blyat]

Sounds fucked up.

[There's no comfort to offer Jason, not any that he can find, and he doesn't think it'd be wanted anyway. Cain takes another burning swallow of whiskey and leans forward on the bartop.]

Done okay with me so far. No matter how many times I punch you in the throat, still haven't stabbed me, so that counts.

[It's meant for some dark levity.]

[reneger]

( jason doesn't want comfort. it's (almost) always offered empty, because (almost) no one ever fucking gets it. what it felt like--dying, coming back empty, taking a dip in a pit of bullshit that seared him down to what was left of his fucked up soul. )

Patience is a learned skill. I'm practicing it on you. ( and he's a little better, now. his temper still flares, but it's nothing close to how it used to. years of throwing tantrums taught jason a little more control, and he's. grateful for it. ) 'sides, I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours.

[blyat]

Don't have to stab me in the face.

[Yet Cain's smirking, an edge to the expression and enjoying the turn toward banter and casual flirtation.]

One day I'll actually take you down. Fuckin' swear it.

[reneger]

Hafid. ( cain's making a stupid face, so jason has to ruin it by ruffling his hair like an asshole. )

You wanna take me down, train with Hafid. Kid can get me flat on my back in four seconds flat.

[blyat]

Maybe. [His expression twists into one of frustration. Unknowingly, Cain's met him twice - and he's meant to pursue a training session sometime, anyway. So maybe that'll need to happen in the future.

Knocking back the rest of the drink, he slides off the stool and makes the quick exchange of credits for their drinks.]

Gotta be somewhere, so, see you around. Don't get too drunk.