He doesn't need to explain. She'd understand just from the fact that there had been food, freely given, and knowing Credence even if there had been a trade he probably wouldn't have realized he'd made it, not when the gesture would have been the only thing he was thinking of. Credence isn't like her, he doesn't see those things through a lifetime of suspicion. Of course he only saw the good side.
Add to that the promise of being saved from what she can tell is horribly circumstances, being folded into somewhere he could belong-
She understands, and she moves her chair closer so she can reach out, put her hand gently on Credence's arm.
"And then, after all that, you found out who he really was."
"Newt was the one who told you," she repeats that softly, almost sadly, because if Newt had never come here how long would Credence have continued to misconstrue that relationship?
What would have happened if that man had come here, without there being someone to warn people? To warn Credence so he wouldn't fall right back into that trap?
"He...he told me he was looking for a child, a very powerful child," he
says. "If I found him, or her, then I would...he could...he said we'd be
free. But Mr Scamander told me that he would have used them to start a war."
And he would have helped. If Mr Graves had just been quiet and patient and
gentle to the end, he really might have.
She doesn't believe that. She has to believe that Credence would have seen that he was on the wrong side, that he would have eventually done the right thing. There's too much compassion in him for her to believe otherwise.
"Why did he think you'd be able to find them?" She asks him, unable to quite see that part of it. What was it that put Credence in a position to find someone so powerful?
"He told me he'd had a vision," he says, which Credence had just accepted,
because how would he know different? What magic could make possible was a
totally opaque world to him. Maybe people had visions all the time.
"He saw the child with my mother, and - he said I was the one who they
would trust. He said he saw us - to-together, in New York."
From the way Rey just nods, visions like that are something she accepts as real. She's had her own, after touching the lightsaber that had originally belonged to Anakin Skywalker.
She also knows they're hard to interpret and easier still to misconstrue as something you want to see rather than what might actually be real.
More important, though, is the fact that seems to be getting harder and harder on Credence, his stammering getting worse as he goes on, and Rey has never been good at noticing these things and more than that, she's never cared to look before, but with Credence? Even without having all that time with him as her company, keeping her sane, she'd still think twice about pressing him for more information.
"Credence, you know that you don't have to talk about these things if you don't want to, right? Your secrets and your story are your own, no one else has a right to them and you can keep them to yourself if you need to. You can tell me to stop."
It's not always healthy, but neither is being felt like you've been forced to say something before you're ready.
Rey says this. Credence hears: I'm getting tired of your self-pitying bleating, please shut up. Regardless, he'd never tell her to stop doing...anything, really.
"They're not really secrets, Miss Rey," he mumbles. Mr Scamander knows some of it; Elizabeth and Quentin and Tommy all know bits and pieces.
"Rey," she reminds him gently. And the last thing she'd meant to do was tell him to shut up, and that's immediately obvious when she just goes on trying to learn more about him. "I just meant that if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. I had- it was difficult for me to open up for a long time."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2017-01-30 08:34 pm (UTC)Add to that the promise of being saved from what she can tell is horribly circumstances, being folded into somewhere he could belong-
She understands, and she moves her chair closer so she can reach out, put her hand gently on Credence's arm.
"And then, after all that, you found out who he really was."
no subject
Date: 2017-01-30 09:01 pm (UTC)He's maybe taking the notion of his really being someone else a bit more literally than Rey.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 07:32 am (UTC)What would have happened if that man had come here, without there being someone to warn people? To warn Credence so he wouldn't fall right back into that trap?
"What was he hiding?"
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 07:49 am (UTC)"He...he told me he was looking for a child, a very powerful child," he says. "If I found him, or her, then I would...he could...he said we'd be free. But Mr Scamander told me that he would have used them to start a war."
And he would have helped. If Mr Graves had just been quiet and patient and gentle to the end, he really might have.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 07:54 am (UTC)"Why did he think you'd be able to find them?" She asks him, unable to quite see that part of it. What was it that put Credence in a position to find someone so powerful?
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 07:59 am (UTC)"He told me he'd had a vision," he says, which Credence had just accepted, because how would he know different? What magic could make possible was a totally opaque world to him. Maybe people had visions all the time.
"He saw the child with my mother, and - he said I was the one who they would trust. He said he saw us - to-together, in New York."
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 08:07 am (UTC)She also knows they're hard to interpret and easier still to misconstrue as something you want to see rather than what might actually be real.
More important, though, is the fact that seems to be getting harder and harder on Credence, his stammering getting worse as he goes on, and Rey has never been good at noticing these things and more than that, she's never cared to look before, but with Credence? Even without having all that time with him as her company, keeping her sane, she'd still think twice about pressing him for more information.
"Credence, you know that you don't have to talk about these things if you don't want to, right? Your secrets and your story are your own, no one else has a right to them and you can keep them to yourself if you need to. You can tell me to stop."
It's not always healthy, but neither is being felt like you've been forced to say something before you're ready.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-31 08:29 am (UTC)"They're not really secrets, Miss Rey," he mumbles. Mr Scamander knows some of it; Elizabeth and Quentin and Tommy all know bits and pieces.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-02 01:18 am (UTC)