worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

"People waiting to do something mean or dumb won't see me coming. Better position to keep me and mine safe." He is not, however much it may appear so on paper, the sole protector. Symbiosis. "I've tried before, it's not worth getting burned more. Something about my luck. Just doesn't work out, I've accepted that."

"So it's just safer," is what Soldat takes away from that. They shrug a little. "Okay." It's not like they don't understand. Keeping themselves safe has been a high priority for their entire tenure with HYDRA, almost, and it's not like they trust easily. It's not like they're still afraid of the bulk of the people in Beacon, themselves.

But at the same time. Afraid or not, they still get out. Help people. Talk to them. Soldat flips the first sandwich over, frowning at the perfectly golden toasted bread. "Sounds awful lonely, is all."

She removes the cloth entirely, as this is now a full, important discussion, but stares only at the ceiling.

"Always lonely. Used to lonely. Doing pretty good for myself now, all things considered - I have my handful."

And their days are numbered anyway - rinse, repeat.

Soldat can't expect her to sound happy, after the past hour she's spent, but. That really doesn't sound like she's happy, in general. They're very glad to have introduced her to Sora, glad she has Matt and maybe Aziraphale... but if Misty wants more than that, wants love from everyone she meets, she ought to fucking have it. After everything, a lifetime of being alone, feels like she deserves it.

(Mission. No, Asset. No mission. Mission. Down, boy. No.)

They set the first sandwich aside and start a second, stirring the soup to make sure it warms evenly. Then they bring Misty her mug of cocoa. "You still deserve more," is what they finally say, solemn and even.

Though she expected something roughly on par with this, Soldat is too kind for less, it hits hard. Hardly feels like her place to judge as much, anymore. There's the dim, terrifying possibility it is earned. Punishment inherent to unholiness. Risking pride to imagine much more. Her mouth opens, shuts, and she sets about blowing into her mug more to occupy herself than to cool it faster.

"That's life, isn't it? People are dealt some real shitty hands sometimes. You find silver linings." A glance up, implication there being quite obvious.

They refuse to be mollified or distracted by that, and give her an "I know what you're doing" kind of look. "And some of us turn that silver lining into a whole bunch of people to keep busy looking after," they say blandly, before turning back to the kitchen to slip that second sandwich over.

(Mission. Okay, Asset. No. Mission. Look, we get it. We know what you want. But there ain't a mission right now, buddy.) The Asset makes a noise like machinery grinding (ow) and just up and sulks off to the back of their mind. Fucking finally.

"Not that easy when the problem is specifically what happens when you let yourself just latch." There must be vetting. There must be time elapsed. There must be controls to measure against. Otherwise there are only worst case scenarios. Soldats and Soras are exceptions. No sense wasting emotional availability or resources looking after more ingrates.

"That's why it's a silver lining. Can't make more of it, just got to find it and not let it go."

She's got the whole liking-versus-trust thing completely backwards, compared to Soldat, but they're reaching the end of their ability to argue. Maybe they've made a point or made her think about something, maybe not. Maybe they'll just have to keep dragging their friends to see her and hope more of them click. Ellever, maybe. Who wouldn't like Elle?

(Even if Ellever is technically an eldritch being and the antichrist in her world. No big.)

"I'm a pretty pathetic silver lining, Misty," they point out instead. Just enough time left on the soup for a third sandwich, which sizzles while they sip their cocoa. Yum. "Should probably trade me in for a better model." They mean this mostly as a joke, albeit a self-deprecating one, obviously.

It isn't for nothing; he's simply the first to chip at a mountain. He's done more than most could, for so comparatively brief a conversation. That he's joking now doesn't go over her head, but doesn't make her any more inclined to run with it quite yet. Perhaps once he's more thoroughly self-embracing something like being a person, hm?

"Anything but," she replies quickly, firmly. "Ten of anybody wouldn't be worth one of you. Who else dances with and threatens to shoot people for me, huh?" Edging more firmly into amused, now, there we go. "Or makes cocoa as well."

"Sora would dance with you. He'd have to bash someone over the head with his keyblade thing though, or stab them, since I haven't taught him how to use a gun." And they will not. Sora with a gun sounds horrific. Even if Sora would consent learning to something quite that loud and deadly, it just doesn't fit at all.

They do pause, and add mock-thoughtfully, "I'm better at those things, though. And the cocoa. I guess this model isn't too bad."

"But would he offer?" She asks, grinning. He's a puppy. She won't judge capability on that, but she doesn't feel out of line questioning willingness. To say nothing of relative jadedness between the three of them, of course. It's with a hopelessly fond roll of her eyes that she nods along with the latter comment, scooting into the arm of the chair. Enough distance between them he can sit with her when food's done. Hugs are out, but it's proximity enough.

"Better. I'll have you know he's my Soldat, and I'm not giving up however shabby or smart alecky he gets. Cocoa's on the line."

"Mmm. Maybe." Considering it's Sora. Probably yes, if he knew it would make her feel better, though he might stop short at offering to kill people. Kid has that aura of being willing to do anything for anybody, at the drop of a hat, but not quite in the deadly fashion they would. He's worse than Soldat, in some ways.

Soldat, who is busy kind of quietly smiling. They've been different people's soldier, and different people's asset, but not anybody's Soldat with the word being an actual name. Sounds better than straight-up soldier. They take the final sandwich off the pan, pours soup into two bowls, and turns everything off before coming back into the living room. Two sandwiches for them, one for Misty, plenty of soup to go around.

"Don't you maybe me, like I don't know perfectly well what I'm talking about." No making it sound like a rib, between post-emotion tiredness and the otherwise incredibly fond atmosphere. And food. Food smells good. As are Soldat-smiles. "Won't hear any doubt cast on you."

She is, predictably, quick to lunge at her portion. Doesn't fill any particular pit in her stomach, but it feels good besides.

Soldat considers arguing. Briefly. But they'd rather just sit and eat, and set out their tablet to play some music. So they say, "Yes, ma'am." Only about half-seriously. They settle on the couch, looking satisfied by her eagerness for lunch. Even if she's not hungry (or even if she is) it's a sign their cooking is both appreciated and enjoyed.

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she has mild Sora cooking questions but also this could /potentially/ be a fade soon?

yeah we can fade out soon, the highly emotional part is over and they're just getting domestic again