"He's a monster," Credence says, quietly, blankly. "He's going to do
terrible things. He doesn't stop the No-Majs going to war. I don't know
that he ever really wanted to try."
He closes the book.
"...I wonder if he wanted a wizard from a powerful bloodline to be adopted
by my Ma," he goes on.
He'd aimed for the Lestranges, got a Dumbledore instead. Same difference.
"The Barebone family used to hunt witches and wizards. They hated magic. He
would have known that a wizard in that family would have been treated
badly. Become an Obscurial. A weapon for him to use."
It sits heavy in his stomach. For a moment he has a flash of thought,
how the hell am I supposed to help with somethin this big, before he
stomps that down. It isn't useful. It doesn't help Credence, it doesn't
help himself. Believe that you can help and maybe you actually will.
Something good had come out of the chase for Bill, at least. And maybe
something good had come out of the rest of the situation as well. Something
has changed, Credence no longer talks about Grindelwald like he
might have been his saviour, someday.
"He manipulated you your entire life. Took you away from your family, to
make you a weapon."
The stone in his stomach is slowly incinerating, turning into anger. Not
that that'll do Credence any good, but he feels it.
"You haven't been stupid," he says, firmly. Jesus, the furthest from it, as
far as Ray is concerned-- he figured this all out, from a book, from a
world away.
"You were just trying to live your life. Do what's right."
"I didn't care about right," Credence says, a quiet, steady correction. "I
wanted to escape, and I wanted to know who I was. That was all. And then
Grindelwald took me away and gave me a name."
Now, Ray has no magic, no superpowers, nothing much. But he does get
hunches, and he'd gotten one at that shooting range.
The item, his police badge with Credence's name on it, suddenly feels heavy
and cold where it hangs around his neck. He takes it out, and for some
reason doesn't find himself all that surprised when he sees R. Vecchio,
Detective 1st Grade on it.
His old badge. The one he'd taken to the Barge, before he had an inmate. He
doesn't think that he's died, because that wouldn't make sense- he would
still have been his inmate.
He could have disappeared. He could be gone. But he goes with his gut, and
stomps down on the tendril of fear and insecurity as he practically runs
over to Credence's cabin and knocks, hard, urgent.
It's still his door. And the cabin beyond has changed, but Credence hasn't
noticed. The door at the other side of the room, the one that's led to
nowhere for the past few months, it opens onto some other rooms now. But he
never has any reason to check.
He opens his cabin door, one arm cradling Goldstein against his body, and
blinks at Ray.
Credence looks to Ray's face, to the badge, then around his cabin. Then he
remembers how the Barge works, and steps back toward the door to his
restroom.
Previously a little closet of a space, just the toilet and washbasin, it's
now a luxuriously tiled room with a clawfoot tub and a shower head.
He follows him inside, putting his badge away as Credence opens the door. He's grinning, elated-- and he isn't even thinking about getting his deal yet. He's just happy for him, as a friend, that he's gotten his second chance.
"You did it," he says, excitedly. He wants to hug him, remembers that Credence probably doesn't want a hug, and just shadow-boxes around him a little. His fingers brush his shoulder.
Oh. That's-- that's good, that's greatness. He wraps his arms tightly
around him: if he wants hugs, he can get 'em alright. He's a great hugger,
even if he's all angles.
"I'm really happy for you, C. Really, really happy."
And suddenly he realizes: Beth Botrelle will get to live. She'll get to
come out of prison and live her life. Whatever that means-- she'll get a
shot at it.
His arms tighten around Credence. He could kind of use a hug, too; he can
feel tears coming up.
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Date: 2019-04-13 08:49 am (UTC)"He's a monster," Credence says, quietly, blankly. "He's going to do terrible things. He doesn't stop the No-Majs going to war. I don't know that he ever really wanted to try."
He closes the book.
"...I wonder if he wanted a wizard from a powerful bloodline to be adopted by my Ma," he goes on.
He'd aimed for the Lestranges, got a Dumbledore instead. Same difference.
"The Barebone family used to hunt witches and wizards. They hated magic. He would have known that a wizard in that family would have been treated badly. Become an Obscurial. A weapon for him to use."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:07 am (UTC)It sits heavy in his stomach. For a moment he has a flash of thought, how the hell am I supposed to help with somethin this big, before he stomps that down. It isn't useful. It doesn't help Credence, it doesn't help himself. Believe that you can help and maybe you actually will.
Something good had come out of the chase for Bill, at least. And maybe something good had come out of the rest of the situation as well. Something has changed, Credence no longer talks about Grindelwald like he might have been his saviour, someday.
"He manipulated you your entire life. Took you away from your family, to make you a weapon."
The stone in his stomach is slowly incinerating, turning into anger. Not that that'll do Credence any good, but he feels it.
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:16 am (UTC)"And then he told me that the person he fears most is the man who betrayed me."
He shuts his eyes tightly.
"I've been so stupid."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:18 am (UTC)"You haven't been stupid," he says, firmly. Jesus, the furthest from it, as far as Ray is concerned-- he figured this all out, from a book, from a world away.
"You were just trying to live your life. Do what's right."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:30 am (UTC)"I didn't care about right," Credence says, a quiet, steady correction. "I wanted to escape, and I wanted to know who I was. That was all. And then Grindelwald took me away and gave me a name."
He stares at the book.
"I don't even know who Aurelius Dumbledore is."
It's not him. How could it be?
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:38 am (UTC)"Because Grindelwald took away your chance to find out on your own. He just tried to put his own ideas on you."
He knocks his hand into the book, raps his knuckles on it. "He ain't here now, though."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:42 am (UTC)"No, he's not."
Rune swoops over, lands close by, leaning in to croon worriedly at Credence.
"I...I think I need to be by myself for a while."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:47 am (UTC)He swallows and nods, reaching out to squeeze his arm briefly.
"You want me to make the Enclosure into something else on my way out?"
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:53 am (UTC)"No, it's fine. I think I'll just go for a walk."
Heading towards the mountains, maybe.
"Thank you."
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Date: 2019-04-13 10:05 am (UTC)"No problem, buddy," he says, softly enough.
He'll check in on him that evening, though. To see if he's alright.
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Date: 2019-04-13 10:10 am (UTC)He'll probably have to. Because Credence falls off Ray's item altogether, just a few hours later.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:02 am (UTC)Now, Ray has no magic, no superpowers, nothing much. But he does get hunches, and he'd gotten one at that shooting range.
The item, his police badge with Credence's name on it, suddenly feels heavy and cold where it hangs around his neck. He takes it out, and for some reason doesn't find himself all that surprised when he sees R. Vecchio, Detective 1st Grade on it.
His old badge. The one he'd taken to the Barge, before he had an inmate. He doesn't think that he's died, because that wouldn't make sense- he would still have been his inmate.
He could have disappeared. He could be gone. But he goes with his gut, and stomps down on the tendril of fear and insecurity as he practically runs over to Credence's cabin and knocks, hard, urgent.
Still his door. It's still his door.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:09 am (UTC)It's still his door. And the cabin beyond has changed, but Credence hasn't noticed. The door at the other side of the room, the one that's led to nowhere for the past few months, it opens onto some other rooms now. But he never has any reason to check.
He opens his cabin door, one arm cradling Goldstein against his body, and blinks at Ray.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?"
The force of the knocking suggested that.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:12 am (UTC)He yanks off his badge and dangles it in his face. He did show him, before, but it probably isn't enough for him to draw the conclusion:
"This had your name on it. I think you just graduated, C."
He's practically vibrating with excitement, the fingers of his free hand tapping on the doorpost.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:26 am (UTC)He's so shocked he almost drops his cat.
"W-what?"
Credence looks to Ray's face, to the badge, then around his cabin. Then he remembers how the Barge works, and steps back toward the door to his restroom.
Previously a little closet of a space, just the toilet and washbasin, it's now a luxuriously tiled room with a clawfoot tub and a shower head.
"Oh," he says, sounding numb.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:33 am (UTC)"You did it," he says, excitedly. He wants to hug him, remembers that Credence probably doesn't want a hug, and just shadow-boxes around him a little. His fingers brush his shoulder.
"You freaking did it!"
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:38 am (UTC)"I-"
It doesn't feel like something he's done. Not yet. It feels like something he's been given, undeservedly, precious and fragile.
He turns, suddenly, and wraps his arms tight around Ray. Hug, please.
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Date: 2019-04-13 11:59 am (UTC)Oh. That's-- that's good, that's greatness. He wraps his arms tightly around him: if he wants hugs, he can get 'em alright. He's a great hugger, even if he's all angles.
"I'm really happy for you, C. Really, really happy."
And suddenly he realizes: Beth Botrelle will get to live. She'll get to come out of prison and live her life. Whatever that means-- she'll get a shot at it.
His arms tighten around Credence. He could kind of use a hug, too; he can feel tears coming up.
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:04 pm (UTC)Mutual hugs are the best kind, honestly. And this one means he can feel the change in Ray's body language.
"...Are you okay?"
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:06 pm (UTC)He nods, quickly, eyes closed tightly. He's got one hand splayed on the back of Credence's shoulder.
"Yeah. I'm proud of you, buddy. And I'm-- thinkin' about Beth."
He can't quite keep the emotion out of his voice, and maybe he shouldn't be trying.
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:09 pm (UTC)"Oh - of course."
Back to reality for a moment.
"Will you...go home?"
He doesn't think so somehow. Not with Fraser still here.
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:12 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, still not letting go. If ever there were a moment for a long hug, this is it.
"Nah. You?"
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:14 pm (UTC)"No. I - I owe it to Nagini. I need to help her."
The means simply don't exist, back home.
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:18 pm (UTC)"Undo the curse. Right?"
He's really glad he's staying. Jesus, he's proud, and glad, and-- relieved.
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Date: 2019-04-13 12:26 pm (UTC)"Right. And a better home, if she wants it. Somewhere safe."
He owes her so much.
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