Let's hope not. [ Wouldn't be the worst thing--but all things being equal, he genuinely wants to know what it is. ] Sure you don't wanna try a real scuffle?
[ He waves a hand--not that different from how he waves his hands around whenever he's talking, but this is a sort of dismissal. Of the idea of her showing him right now, of the idea of grilling her. ]
[ There's a lot rumbling around in his head at that moment, most of which he can't even begin to tell Kyna: Nathan might be dead, might not have anywhere to get sucked back into besides purgatory, if that's really a thing, this might be his chance to start over, this might be my last chance to hang around with him, and neither of us is gonna remember any of it when it ends? The injustice of that is a blade against his jugular.
When he speaks again, it's after draining his glass. Whoops. ]
You remember anything about getting taken back? Before you disappeared--anything that happened stick out?
[ He's got the same kind of mealy-mouthed answer she does waiting in the wings, with an underpinning of if one of us disappears, Nathan or me, is that the end?
Of course, you can't just say that. Sam shrugs, like this isn't something he's been thinking about, just asked for the hell of it. ]
[ And there's some bitterness to it. If Nathan really is dead, what's a few more weeks or months with him if he heads back to Libertalia with a head full of nothing? ]
[ Nah, he wants to say. He's not bothered. He's fine.
But he's not, and maybe it's the fact that he's had a beer or two, or maybe it's just Kyna there next to him. It takes a minute, silent and thoughtful and maybe staring a little too hard at the surface of the bar. ]
If I was looking to forget everything about New Amsterdam, I wouldn't be out with you. You think I wanna go back, lose all this?
[ Not hostile, the question, but pretty rhetorical. There are plenty of ways to completely forget what's going on, and none of them involve hanging out with a pretty girl while she tells him what she feels like telling him about home and here.
(And making it about her, he figures, is probably the best distraction from the reality of the situation: I don't want to lose this time with Nathan.) ]
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[ Now he's joking. ]
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I could totally kick your ass. I can go all intangible, remember?
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[When they're not in a bar, she means. It's not like she's hiding that she's a Displaced, but she doesn't want the attention right now.]
I'm surprised you're not like, grilling me.
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You wanna talk about home?
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[It's an honest answer, at least, not a dodge. She swings her feet absently, staring down at the bar.]
Kind of? And then kind of not. But it's weird being here all the sudden again.
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[ She went from no magic to magic to no magic again, which seems like it'd matter to her, not to mention the internet in her brain. ]
Figured everyone else was asking you about it. You wanna talk about what happened, we can talk about it. But we don't gotta.
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[It comes out soft and grateful, and she swirls her beer in the glass.]
I didn't remember any of this at all when I was at home.
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What, just...months of nothing? Or like it never happened?
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[She shrugs, trying to look less bothered than she is.]
Someone warned me that it happens, but...
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[ Sam gives a low whistle. That's...unsettling, if he's honest.
But who likes honesty? ]
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[She draws it out, low and frustrated. She hates that idea, but she can't disagree.]
That's how it feels. Isn't that fucked?
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[ There's a lot rumbling around in his head at that moment, most of which he can't even begin to tell Kyna: Nathan might be dead, might not have anywhere to get sucked back into besides purgatory, if that's really a thing, this might be his chance to start over, this might be my last chance to hang around with him, and neither of us is gonna remember any of it when it ends? The injustice of that is a blade against his jugular.
When he speaks again, it's after draining his glass. Whoops. ]
You remember anything about getting taken back? Before you disappeared--anything that happened stick out?
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[ He signals the bartender for another beer, trying to keep the frown out of his brow until the girl's turned away toward the tap. ]
If you were gonna pick, where'd you wanna be?
I SURE DID LOSE THIS SOMEHOW
I'm... I mean. I don't know. I don't want to be here forever, but...
IT'S COOL I FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL THIS MOMENT
...Yeah. I got you.
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What about you?
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Of course, you can't just say that. Sam shrugs, like this isn't something he's been thinking about, just asked for the hell of it. ]
About the same as you, sounds like.
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[Even saying that feels like some kind of betrayal, though.]
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[ Has he ever been on a vacation? Don't worry about it. ]
And if we're going back where we came from--hell, why not.
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[That's what she keeps getting stuck on.]
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[ And there's some bitterness to it. If Nathan really is dead, what's a few more weeks or months with him if he heads back to Libertalia with a head full of nothing? ]
Stuck here for now, anyway.
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[She can hear that bitterness.]
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But he's not, and maybe it's the fact that he's had a beer or two, or maybe it's just Kyna there next to him. It takes a minute, silent and thoughtful and maybe staring a little too hard at the surface of the bar. ]
If I was looking to forget everything about New Amsterdam, I wouldn't be out with you. You think I wanna go back, lose all this?
[ Not hostile, the question, but pretty rhetorical. There are plenty of ways to completely forget what's going on, and none of them involve hanging out with a pretty girl while she tells him what she feels like telling him about home and here.
(And making it about her, he figures, is probably the best distraction from the reality of the situation: I don't want to lose this time with Nathan.) ]
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