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[mind_over_metal]

[ Perhaps last night you heard a scream. No big deal -- it is October in psycho zombie camp, after all

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[godwinner]

Hello.

[godwinner]

...all around the turn of the century.

[mind_over_metal]

*makes kind of a face*

So I'll be old. Oh, well.

[godwinner]

[ makes a commiserating kind of face himself. his words, however, are not in response to this. he keeps his meaning clear on the surface of his thoughts. ]

What makes you say that?

[mind_over_metal]

I just keep on getting stronger, seeing farther, more people. And I'd never miss you if I saw you. So I'd have to find you eventually.

[godwinner]

...how strong are you now?

[mind_over_metal]

It's not like I have anything to measure myself against. I'm pretty strong, though. It's... I can't always control it. But I'm getting better at that, a lot better.

[godwinner]

What happens when you can't control it?

[mind_over_metal]

Nothing too bad.

[godwinner]

That strong.

[mind_over_metal]

...you've thought about this.

[godwinner]

Like I said, it wouldn't matter how many millions.

[mind_over_metal]

[realisationsurprise warm caution hope]

You're someone very special to me, aren't you?

[godwinner]

[ trying not to close his eyes against the sudden feelings and his own surprise acceptancesatisfaction bittersweetyesyes ]

I won't speak for you.

[mind_over_metal]

*stares at him for a moment, then reaches his hand out to him again -- though not in the assertive motion of a handshake as before, but with palm gently downward, offering to him and asking him to take it*

[godwinner]

[ might as well have just been punched in the gut, but reaches out and takes his hand anyway, with just the smallest flicker of confusion ]