He smiles back, looking for all the world like he's halfway worried that
the Admiral will strike him down at any moment, just for doubting his
power. He controls everything here; it doesn't feel like there's very
much 'just' about him.
"You're the first person to ever say that," he says, and he blinks and
briefly sees this scene through an old lens - a married woman, sitting
unchaperoned with him, in his bedroom.
His mother would be horrified.
But then again, he's never had the least of an inappropriate thought about
Elizabeth, except to briefly encounter the thought that she's so much more
maternal than Ma ever was.
That seems like a simple task - if only his own identity wasn't something
bewildering and unreachable. He was a witch's orphan, then his mother's
adjunct, and Mr Graves' spy, and now what is he? He's Mr Pinkman's inmate,
Mr Scamander's creature, Mr Coldwater's....project, and maybe his friend,
if he's feeling charitable toward himself. He defines himself by other
people. If he were alone, and he looked inside himself, all he'd find is
the Obscurus seething in an empty shell.
"I don't know how," is his extremely succinct summation of those fears.
That's almost shocking. Ma was never possessed by worry: her emotions ran
deeper and more dramatic, all jagged hatred and fear. There's something
that feels more domestic, more real, about being worried.
"But you can still...go on, because of your purpose," he says, trying to
understand.
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:08 pm (UTC)"It's just the Admiral, Credence. Who knows."
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:18 pm (UTC)He smiles back, looking for all the world like he's halfway worried that the Admiral will strike him down at any moment, just for doubting his power. He controls everything here; it doesn't feel like there's very much 'just' about him.
"Did you? Um. Learn anything."
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:20 pm (UTC)There's more there. Of course there is- but as much as she can talk to him about his life, it's hard to talk about her own.
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:24 pm (UTC)That gets another smile, twitching, nervous.
"Maybe you'll be able to. So many strange things happen here."
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:25 pm (UTC)She bumps her shoulder against his, then reaches down to take his hand.
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:29 pm (UTC)He wraps his fingers around hers and sighs out a soft breath. He's relaxing, very slowly.
"Did you know her here as well? Before..."
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Date: 2017-03-27 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-27 03:57 pm (UTC)"Oh," Credence says, then blinks. "Did I seem...not nice? Or not harmless?"
It's not really a joke.
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Date: 2017-03-27 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-27 05:17 pm (UTC)"Oh." That makes sense. "I - yes. I think I did," he admits softly.
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Date: 2017-03-28 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-28 08:40 am (UTC)"Oh," again, useless. "I - you were. You are. It's...it's easier, being here, with you here," he confesses.
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:15 am (UTC)"You're very easy to talk to."
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:21 am (UTC)"You're the first person to ever say that," he says, and he blinks and briefly sees this scene through an old lens - a married woman, sitting unchaperoned with him, in his bedroom.
His mother would be horrified.
But then again, he's never had the least of an inappropriate thought about Elizabeth, except to briefly encounter the thought that she's so much more maternal than Ma ever was.
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:23 am (UTC)"We promised each other, right? Honesty?"
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:32 am (UTC)"Yes, Elizabeth." It seems like a very easy thing to do, to simply not lie. "We promised. Do - do you think I've...?"
Has he spoken out of turn, does she think badly of him?
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-28 11:41 am (UTC)That seems like a simple task - if only his own identity wasn't something bewildering and unreachable. He was a witch's orphan, then his mother's adjunct, and Mr Graves' spy, and now what is he? He's Mr Pinkman's inmate, Mr Scamander's creature, Mr Coldwater's....project, and maybe his friend, if he's feeling charitable toward himself. He defines himself by other people. If he were alone, and he looked inside himself, all he'd find is the Obscurus seething in an empty shell.
"I don't know how," is his extremely succinct summation of those fears.
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:52 am (UTC)"I know. That's okay. You don't need to get there so soon, okay? Take your time."
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:56 am (UTC)He nods, feeling childish.
"Did you -- always know? You seem so sure, all the time," he adds, meaning it as a compliment and hoping it'll be taken as intended.
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Date: 2017-03-28 11:57 am (UTC)"I fit everything in around that."
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Date: 2017-03-28 12:42 pm (UTC)He frowns, staring at his hands.
"I did. I thought I did. Ma tried, but..."
It's hard to think of yourself as having a purpose, when that purpose is to purge from the world the very thing that exists deep in the heart of you.
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Date: 2017-03-28 05:34 pm (UTC)"I'm always, always worried, Credence. When I go to bed, the one thing I hope for is that I'll wake up and not be worried. And it never happens."
She looks sure of herself, and she is. But that doesn't mean she's fine.
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Date: 2017-03-28 05:49 pm (UTC)That's almost shocking. Ma was never possessed by worry: her emotions ran deeper and more dramatic, all jagged hatred and fear. There's something that feels more domestic, more real, about being worried.
"But you can still...go on, because of your purpose," he says, trying to understand.
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