that's the price we pay when we living on the otherside
After months in Darrow with no sign at all of a way back - no sudden revelations of insight, no Mephisto appearing, no Yukio - nobody to whisk Rin out of a problem he has no hope of solving himself ... he feels like he's going stir crazy. Like he just wants to scratch until his skin comes off and he can crawl out of it. That jittery feeling of edging hopelessness is enough to take him out on the streets without eating supper. The frown on his face is enough to send him away from the crowds.
e finds himself where he's only been before briefly, the abandoned boardwalk. Normally it might be a sign of a boom economy slowly deflating like a flan in a cupboard, but in Darrow ... he doesn't know. It just makes him wonder.
It makes him jumpy, too. Which is why he turns, hand still outreached for the door to a large building that looks like it might have been an arcade, to scan the street behind him. Despite himself and mental assurances that it's probably his imagination, he cn't shake the feeling someone else is out there. And it has him wound tiht as a startled cat.
"Hello?" he calls, the word in English smoother than it might have been on first arrival. He's made good use of it in Darrow.
e finds himself where he's only been before briefly, the abandoned boardwalk. Normally it might be a sign of a boom economy slowly deflating like a flan in a cupboard, but in Darrow ... he doesn't know. It just makes him wonder.
It makes him jumpy, too. Which is why he turns, hand still outreached for the door to a large building that looks like it might have been an arcade, to scan the street behind him. Despite himself and mental assurances that it's probably his imagination, he cn't shake the feeling someone else is out there. And it has him wound tiht as a startled cat.
"Hello?" he calls, the word in English smoother than it might have been on first arrival. He's made good use of it in Darrow.
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"You work for the church...but you don't want to hang me?"
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"No, no, I don't want to hang you. I don't want to hang anybody. I'm an exorcist. I exorcise demons, the kind that hurt people. And mislead them into doing awful shit, like hang little girls. Besides which." He hangs his head, covering his eyes with black bangs. "I have no room to judge a person, even if they're a witch or otherwise."
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"Those people thought they were doing the right thing by God."
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"They thought wrong. That was their first mistake. I never try to do anything right by God. I just try to do right by me, and by my old man, and hope that's enough. That's all I can do." His smile gets wobbly. "I'm sorry that happened. Somebody who thought he was doing God's work hurt me once, too. He would have killed me I think, but someone stopped him."
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"I know all about being angry, believe me. And I'm sorry, I really am, that you got hurt like that. But now you've got to have people here to help you, right? So it can't happen again. You're too young not to. And I guess I'm sort of your friend now too, since we've talked two times. If you want me."
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"And I don't want to be angry like that again either. Especially not with friends."
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"It's probably getting time for dinner anyhow. I was just out here trying to figure this place out. You want me to walk you home?"
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"Do you know where Dimera Apartments are?"
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"I walk around a lot. I used to live in a city like this one. I'd walk to the park when I was bored. Sit on the kids' swings and just think."
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"Do you control it?"
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"Not really," he admits, turning a little pink. "It just sort of does what it does, depending on what I'm doing ... or how I'm feeling. Like when you're bored and you jiggle your feet without even realizing you're fidgeting."
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She shrugs, clearly not worried about the boy with the tail. "It reminds me of a cat."
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"I like cats a lot. At home, I have a familiar who's a cat. His name's Blackie. But ... he didn't come here with me. Still, I bet he's doing okay for himself. Cats are like that."
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"I've never had a cat. I think I'd like one someday."
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"Who are you living with?" Rin asks. "Maybe they'll let you have a cat. I'm sure you'll pick out a good one."
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"Do you live with someone?"
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His brow knits a little as he considers how to answer Aggie. Rin scratches at the tip of his nose. "I don't live with anyone here. But it doesn't matter. The guy who raised me died a little over a year ago. It's just me and my little brother since then, and we do okay. I miss my brother sometimes, but it's better that he's not here."
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He hopes that Barbara won't mind that, whoever she is. He knows the impression that he can give people.
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"Sometimes I think this city helps me find people like me."
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"That's a really nice way of looking at things, Aggie. I like it."
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And now...It's so, so different and she never wants to go back to a time without all of her companions.