Well, I'm still sorting through everything that's happened, but... The fact is I died, Brig. I know I said it was none of your faults and I'll stand by that.
[ He stops. ]
But it doesn't change the fact that there could very well be one less War Hound out here if I didn't... If there wasn't something in me that wanted to keep on living.
[ Not so down in the dumps, but he has no idea how to deal with the idea that he could look in his thirties in spite of being in his sixties like Jessie or David or Mica. ]
I won't look too different when I'm your age. But by then --
[ Brig smiles and puts a hand on his shoulder, presses tight to express brotherhood, comfort. ]
Silver-lining? You'll have seen me become human, and watched the three of us live our lives to the fullest. [ Brig glances over to the horizon ] And you'll be there to watch and guide our kids and families when we're gone.
There IS that... I haven't really thought about all that.
[ But it doesn't change the fact that he'll be around to see you all go. Then again, it also means he'll be around to see you all live. So he'smiling again, and leaning into that touch again, at least before something you said clicks in his head and he looks at you. ]
Call me a futurist but I do think everyone in the Blade [ Even Yulia. She's too good with Kitty not to be a future mom ] plans to have kids. [ A sigh ] Hopefully even me, [ A beat. Slightly painful ] if not genetic, one I've Created.
It's how we Prometheans are made. [ There is weight and weary in Brig's voice as he said it. ]
There are many different ways really, depending on the lineage. But generally, we patch or piece together a body from objects [ sometimes parts of a dead body but Brig's leaving that out for now. He's not comfortable with that himself ] and try to summon the Divine Fire into it. [ A pregnant pause. ] It doesn't always turn out as planned.
A Pandoran is made instead of a Promethean. [ A drag of his cigarette before he unslings Gintoki from his back ]
And usually they don't turn out like Gintoki here, Sadaharu, or the Pandoran I saved for my Zangyaku initiation. Usually they're the Heartless from Kingdom Hearts on Stephen King steroids.
[ Yeah, it came to mind that a videogame description may help explain what Pandorans are. ]
[ He thinks of the many Pandorans he's had to dispatch in the past. Some of the tougher ones even got to take small chunks off of him before he'd behead them. ]
Yeah. Hungry beasties more animal than human. But the scarier ones are the ones who do think like humans.
[ A sigh as he thinks of all the Sublimati he's encountered in the past. The ones in the Blood Mask's forces in the War. The ones he encountered in the years after. What was the easiest way to describe what they were ]
Some of them inspired urban legends or myth. Others fashioned themselves after them. [ A drag of his cigarette ] Think the Boogieman from The Real Ghosbuters, Speilberg's the It, or Freddie Kreuger. [ A beat ] On supernatural steroids.
I dislike them. [ But as he says so, Brig hefts Gintoki off his back ] But this guy, Sadaharu, and the Pandoran I met during my Zangyaku initiation, remind me that it isn't what we are that defines us. [ He looks at Kaz with that optimistic thoughtful look of his ] It's who we choose to be.
[ Brig pulls this little one he considers Brother close, an arm over his shoulder, hoping it'll comfort him. ]
Keep choosing to live. Like you always have. [ Brig says that softly. And keeps silent after. Sometimes, there were no other words. And all you could do was stand beside a Battle-Brother. ]
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[ He stops. ]
But it doesn't change the fact that there could very well be one less War Hound out here if I didn't... If there wasn't something in me that wanted to keep on living.
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You're still here, buddy. That's the most important thing. [ He smiles ] But is there any things in particular eating at you? I'm all ears.
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Serious question: Am I still going to look as good as you do at a hundred and twenty-two?
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Pretty sure you'll look a damn, whole lot better, Kaz. [ A playful jab on the shoulder ]
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[ Not so down in the dumps, but he has no idea how to deal with the idea that he could look in his thirties in spite of being in his sixties like Jessie or David or Mica. ]
I won't look too different when I'm your age. But by then --
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[ Practical immortality suddenly doesn't seem like a good thing to him right now, you can see it all over his face. ]
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Silver-lining? You'll have seen me become human, and watched the three of us live our lives to the fullest. [ Brig glances over to the horizon ] And you'll be there to watch and guide our kids and families when we're gone.
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[ But it doesn't change the fact that he'll be around to see you all go. Then again, it also means he'll be around to see you all live. So he'smiling again, and leaning into that touch again, at least before something you said clicks in his head and he looks at you. ]
Hold up. Our kids?
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Call me a futurist but I do think everyone in the Blade [ Even Yulia. She's too good with Kitty not to be a future mom ] plans to have kids. [ A sigh ] Hopefully even me, [ A beat. Slightly painful ] if not genetic, one I've Created.
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[ Curious Kaz is curious. ]
How would that work?
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There are many different ways really, depending on the lineage. But generally, we patch or piece together a body from objects [ sometimes parts of a dead body but Brig's leaving that out for now. He's not comfortable with that himself ] and try to summon the Divine Fire into it. [ A pregnant pause. ] It doesn't always turn out as planned.
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What happens when a Creation fails?
[ Admittedly, Kaz hasn't read up on Created. ]
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And usually they don't turn out like Gintoki here, Sadaharu, or the Pandoran I saved for my Zangyaku initiation. Usually they're the Heartless from Kingdom Hearts on Stephen King steroids.
[ Yeah, it came to mind that a videogame description may help explain what Pandorans are. ]
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Yeah. Hungry beasties more animal than human. But the scarier ones are the ones who do think like humans.
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[ He's curious now. ]
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Some of them inspired urban legends or myth. Others fashioned themselves after them. [ A drag of his cigarette ] Think the Boogieman from The Real Ghosbuters, Speilberg's the It, or Freddie Kreuger. [ A beat ] On supernatural steroids.
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That's... Frightening.
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[ He's looking out at the city now. ]
I'm choosing to live for it. Life, kids someday. Being our Battle Cleric. 'Cause what else can happen now? I died... I died.
[ He trails off at that because he's processing the fact of his death, what it means to be alive again. His Second Breath. ]
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Keep choosing to live. Like you always have. [ Brig says that softly. And keeps silent after. Sometimes, there were no other words. And all you could do was stand beside a Battle-Brother. ]
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[ Brig's easy affections have often been something that helped Kaz steady himself. ]
We should head back soon before they start to wonder where we are.