Yeah, but we're way more suspicious of everything here than some people are.
[Like Ben. Diego loves their brother, but the way he is clinging to everything about this place like it's nothing more than a miracle handed to them on a silver platter worries him.]
Jacob Taylor came back, and by all accounts he actually did die.
Part of me probably still won't buy it until I see it happen to someone who fell in front of me. Hope I never do, but, y'know.
[ He doesn't touch that "some people" yet. He has a good idea who Diego means, but Luther himself is too increasingly attached to this place, too -- so he won't broach it just yet. Like touching a hot stove. ]
This is the first time I've talked to the guy. Although, apparently you two have spoken before.
[Subtle, Diego.]
Yeah, fingers crossed.
[He notices. It's hard not to in these text conversations to see exactly what is being ignored. He isn't exactly going to let it go so easily, Luther.]
I keep hearing the most random, vague things about the moon in this place. There's a base or ... something, right? Why were you No stupid question Why was he Nevermi
No, I don't. I get it, but I don't like it. If it's that easy for them to bring the dead back to life, it's just as easy for him to ripped away from us again, Luther.
We lost him once and the entire fucking family fell apart. Do you honestly think you or Klaus or any of us will ever be ready to lose him TWICE?
Yeah. A large, fully-functioning lunar base. Allison and I had our swear-in there. [ It had been so very much on the nose, without the people in this universe even knowing it. ]
And no. No one's ever ready. But any of us could die at any time, too, Diego. That hasn't changed from the old world either.
Damn, that's an insane amount of irony. Did you do it? I mean... side...with this place? Register and whatever? [Diego sure didn't, and the tattoo on his wrist says so, very plainly.]
But back home, we didn't have a chance of having him BACK, Luther. I'm not saying that the death or disappearance of any of us is ever going to go well, but... I just think this is worse. It's just a game to the people that bring us here. We're a fucking social experiment and nothing about our lives has even changed.
[Diego is really, really glad they're doing this over texts. It took him longer than he'd like to admit to put those last handful of texts together, if only because trying to think through the rage (and the underlying, ignored fear) he has toward everything about being here made it hard to put into words.]
Yeah. [ He hadn't even really hesitated, in doing it. It gave him another organised structure to jot himself into, another vague sense of purpose. Registered Hero in his paperwork, and that at least made him feel a little bit more like himself. Like he'd used to be. Like Number One. ] It gives us more resources, more governmental support, more freedom to move around. [ And the possibility of, maybe, someday, joining Aegis Force-- ]
They're monitoring us anyway. I've spent my whole life being monitored. Might as well get the benefits out of it.
Plus, I'm not entirely sure it's just a social experiment. This place seems like it does need the help of imPorts.
I don't want resources and government help from a place I hate being in, don't trust, and want no part of. [Plus, he'd been doing this thing fine on his own, within his own very specific code, for years. He didn't need the extra resources, if he was honest.]
I hope you realize how fucking disgusting that statement even is, Luther.
Yeah, we have been. And that's the POINT. It's been this way since we were BORN. At least when we were kids, we could delude ourselves into thinking it was just because he's our dad and maybe in his own weird, fucked up away, he cared. He sucked, but he was still our Dad, and it was easy to tell ourselves lies about him.
[At least... until it wasn't. And unfortunately, Luther's 'until it wasn't' moment, and the freedom that comes with the acceptance of who Dad really is and always was, is still a little too new for him to have the right amount of clarity about it, probably.]
But why the fuck should anyone willingly and blindly accept it out of captors?
[And maybe this last one is a little too much, a little too harsh, but the words come so easy.]
Needing us didn't work out so well for the world last time.
That's exactly why we have to do better this time around. Be better.
[ He doesn't even engage with half of what Diego's spat out -- because somehow Diego can still manage that, even over text -- but just the last sentence. Luther's response flat, firm, unyielding. Some of his spine slowly returning after that catastrophic week, rebuilding around a new set of convictions. Something to hold him steady. ]
[The silence that comes after that last text of Luther's is the kind that's thick, and hangs in the air so long it seems like it might choke all the oxygen from the room until you're eventually reminded you don't need words to breathe.
Diego just doesn't know how to respond to it at all. In some ways, he thinks, maybe it's true. It's a nice sentiment to cling to in the dark. But reality is a deeper kind of dark than that, it clouds everything else in ways no nice sentiment or bright hope can light any way to get out of.
They should. Do better. Try harder. Be better. With the world. And especially with each other.
But Diego's not sure it's that simple, either. And he lets the text continue being read, but otherwise ignored.]
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[ Luther sees that read icon -- he knows what it means now, thanks -- and keeps tinkering with a response, aborted sentences and questions and a nudge to prompt Diego to say something. ]
[ But in the end, he just lets it taper back out, and doesn't respond either. ]
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Yeah, but we're way more suspicious of everything here than some people are.
[Like Ben. Diego loves their brother, but the way he is clinging to everything about this place like it's nothing more than a miracle handed to them on a silver platter worries him.]
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Part of me probably still won't buy it until I see it happen to someone who fell in front of me. Hope I never do, but, y'know.
[ He doesn't touch that "some people" yet. He has a good idea who Diego means, but Luther himself is too increasingly attached to this place, too -- so he won't broach it just yet. Like touching a hot stove. ]
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Although, apparently you two have spoken before.
[Subtle, Diego.]
Yeah, fingers crossed.
[He notices. It's hard not to in these text conversations to see exactly what is being ignored. He isn't exactly going to let it go so easily, Luther.]
You're not worried?
About Ben.
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You don't like that he's so attached to the place that brought him back to life?
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There's a base or ... something, right?
Why were you No stupid question Why was he NevermiNo, I don't.
I get it, but I don't like it.
If it's that easy for them to bring the dead back to life, it's just as easy for him to ripped away from us again, Luther.
We lost him once and the entire fucking family fell apart.
Do you honestly think you or Klaus or any of us will ever be ready to lose him TWICE?
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And no. No one's ever ready. But any of us could die at any time, too, Diego. That hasn't changed from the old world either.
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Did you do it? I mean... side...with this place? Register and whatever? [Diego sure didn't, and the tattoo on his wrist says so, very plainly.]
But back home, we didn't have a chance of having him BACK, Luther.
I'm not saying that the death or disappearance of any of us is ever going to go well, but...
I just think this is worse. It's just a game to the people that bring us here.
We're a fucking social experiment and nothing about our lives has even changed.
[Diego is really, really glad they're doing this over texts. It took him longer than he'd like to admit to put those last handful of texts together, if only because trying to think through the rage (and the underlying, ignored fear) he has toward everything about being here made it hard to put into words.]
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They're monitoring us anyway. I've spent my whole life being monitored. Might as well get the benefits out of it.
Plus, I'm not entirely sure it's just a social experiment. This place seems like it does need the help of imPorts.
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Like their world had needed the Academy.]no subject
[Plus, he'd been doing this thing fine on his own, within his own very specific code, for years. He didn't need the extra resources, if he was honest.]
I hope you realize how fucking disgusting that statement even is, Luther.
Yeah, we have been. And that's the POINT. It's been this way since we were BORN.
At least when we were kids, we could delude ourselves into thinking it was just because he's our dad and maybe in his own weird, fucked up away, he cared.
He sucked, but he was still our Dad, and it was easy to tell ourselves lies about him.
[At least... until it wasn't. And unfortunately, Luther's 'until it wasn't' moment, and the freedom that comes with the acceptance of who Dad really is and always was, is still a little too new for him to have the right amount of clarity about it, probably.]
But why the fuck should anyone willingly and blindly accept it out of captors?
[And maybe this last one is a little too much, a little too harsh, but the words come so easy.]
Needing us didn't work out so well for the world last time.
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[ He doesn't even engage with half of what Diego's spat out -- because somehow Diego can still manage that, even over text -- but just the last sentence. Luther's response flat, firm, unyielding. Some of his spine slowly returning after that catastrophic week, rebuilding around a new set of convictions. Something to hold him steady. ]
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Diego just doesn't know how to respond to it at all. In some ways, he thinks, maybe it's true. It's a nice sentiment to cling to in the dark. But reality is a deeper kind of dark than that, it clouds everything else in ways no nice sentiment or bright hope can light any way to get out of.
They should.
Do better.
Try harder.
Be better.
With the world. And especially with each other.
But Diego's not sure it's that simple, either.
And he lets the text continue being read, but otherwise ignored.]
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[ But in the end, he just lets it taper back out, and doesn't respond either. ]