[For once, he doesn't snap back with some rude retort; he doesn't respond to Caelus's words at all, simply focusing on helping him steady himself. This isn't the first time he's helped a (relatively) newly blind person, but that was nine years ago and he was a traumatized kid back then... he doesn't know how to actually be helpful, so he lets go after Caelus is back on his feet and then just. Stands there uselessly. Thanks Kanda.]
Can you tell if it did anything else to you? [Besides the hair.]
[ a small shake of his head. for now, damp bangs do a good enough job of hiding a lot of the leftover gore. when he's left on his own, caelus turns his head slowly from one side to the other. listening.
takes a step. stops. there's a blast of frustration followed by a soft, audible exhale. ]
Just give me your arm. Please.
[ he is so not open to arguments right now. ]
You can leave me anywhere else, but I don't want to stay here.
[That's fair enough. Kanda had a hard time figuring out what was swamp and what was post-CYOA until several days after his death; even now, since he'd been drugged that same night, he's not wholly certain.
He sighs, but there's no irritation in his emotions; he reaches out, then, and guides Caelus's hand to his sleeve.]
It'll be your room unless you pick somewhere else.
[Since he personally thinks Caelus should probably just sleep the whole thing off as much as possible, especially if his memories are fucked up.]
[ his room. caelus is focusing so hard on what that should even be like. how he's going to navigate it. because his apartment isn't really based on his space aboard the astral express. he stole someone else's.
[I hope it's March's room and the door swings open to reveal fluffy pink stuffed animals everywhere
That's fine though. He'll start leading the way back--it's truly been so long since he had to do this for Marie but at least he kind of remembers how, and he's been practicing his own balance since he got here. So they'll be okay.]
No idea. I've been here.
[There are enough fighters on this side that he doesn't feel the need to wander around playing bodyguard.
[ someday, maybe a nice thing will happy for pixi. that day might be today.
anyway, color caelus impressed that kanda is more than decent at this. that he's not pulling him along and causing the recently blinded to trip over his own two feet. caelus expected to stumble the entire way, but instead he's given enough of the exorcist's limited patience that he can remain upright. ]
Another? Do you know who?
[ I've been here. that hits slow (and different) because of caelus' instant-concern over potential other cyoaers. but kanda's been here. to keep an eye on him and marina?
he works so hard at avoiding an emotionshare of feeling touched because right now he remembers kanda and he remembers how he functions. some leaks out but it's a trickle instead of a gusher. ]
[Why did my phone add an extra period up there AUTOCORRECT PLEASE. But also Caelus you're leaking... it's okay though. Kanda will ignore any emotionsharing unless it annoys him, which is probably for the best.]
Pink Braid, the hot woman, the cat, and that guy with glasses.
["Hot woman" for Karlach is my favorite euphemism it's so funny. The implications fly over his head so he doesn't even know why Caelus is briefly confused]
Nobody's going to ask me. [Not when Rondo and Daan and others were also around and will answer questions much better than Kanda can or would.] Do you still think I don't know your name?
[He says this a little grouchily, as if it's unreasonable, even though he literally just used four separate nicknames and has never used Caelus's to his face]
[ nobody will ask him? caelus isn't sure about that. he would, until he was told outright to go elsewhere. or maybe he'd recently decided not to do that anymore. did he? the world is formless and so are his memories. sometimes he's sure he's gone in the fog again, even if it's just for the length of a step. ]
...
[ that sounds right, regardless of what caelus is being led back to his room. ]
[He doesn't bother squabbling semantics. They don't really matter. Kanda isn't a person who changes easily--his stance is the same as it was weeks ago.]
You have your life, and I have mine. Even if we were from the same world, you'd never see me again after this. [To say nothing of anything surpassing acquaintanceship, which is so far off the table he doesn't even feel the need to address it.] And getting attached hasn't done anything but hurt people here. You should know that.
[Didn't he suffer over Aventurine and Boothill? Over what he'd done to Marina himself? He thinks of someone else, another voice yelling You aren't a waste of my time at him--and he thinks of how he'd relented, then, just a little, only to fall to Kate's monster not two days later. If that wasn't God proving a point, what is?
Caelus accused him of being uncaring, and Kanda hadn't seen a reason to correct him. He is not a savior. It's not his job to minimize suffering. Better, in the end, for Caelus to think that his attempts at doing so were callousness. Kanda wishes they were.]
But everyone else uses names, and I'm not an idiot. I heard it often enough to know.
[ caelus twists the fabric of kanda's sleeve between his thumb and forefinger. he cannot stand this man sometimes. it's that cat behavior. the ability to remain so resiliently negative through every possible set of circumstances. surely it's a defense and offense mechanism (dual-purpose) and there have been breadcrumbs aplenty to suggest why kanda has built such emotional blockades. it's for safety. his own. others, too.
when caelus has the ability to recall every conversation they've had, he doesn't consider kanda as a cruel person. not really. ]
I don't 'know that.' About getting attached. I don't 'know' it brings nothing but pain.
[ he reaches his free hand to fidget with some of that new, long hair ]
Not if I want to remain a Trailblazer.
[ caelus suffered when aventurine and boothill died. he suffered the next week, losing karma who he'd just accepted was his responsibility. he suffered the next week, losing iwatooshi after not thinking to share a final curfew. he suffered the next week, a prisoner in his own body as he hunted marina down and left her face a mashed pulp. but he was never the only one in pain and his was never the worst. ]
My choice is I don't regret caring about any of the people I've met here. I don't regret a minute of it.
[That's Caelus's choice. Kanda has no interest in arguing with him or pressuring him one way or the other. Kanda isn't as judgmental over it as he might seem; he's simply pushed hard here where he felt he had to, trying, in his own way, to help people come to terms with bitter necessities. But all he can do is share his own brand of wisdom, born of lifetimes of horrific experiences; if Caelus wants to reject it and walk his own path, that's his prerogative.
But it's Kanda's, too. He's more tolerant than he used to be, more willing to extend a hand in his own clumsy, grouchy, poorly communicated ways, but he's never going to be gentle or openly caring. The chances of him becoming someone like that died over nine years ago. And his role as an exorcist still comes first, anyway. They may be potentially shielded from even the Earl, here, but that doesn't mean sentiment isn't dangerous. Kate's the prime example of that.]
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Can you tell if it did anything else to you? [Besides the hair.]
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[ a small shake of his head. for now, damp bangs do a good enough job of hiding a lot of the leftover gore. when he's left on his own, caelus turns his head slowly from one side to the other. listening.
takes a step. stops. there's a blast of frustration followed by a soft, audible exhale. ]
Just give me your arm. Please.
[ he is so not open to arguments right now. ]
You can leave me anywhere else, but I don't want to stay here.
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He sighs, but there's no irritation in his emotions; he reaches out, then, and guides Caelus's hand to his sleeve.]
It'll be your room unless you pick somewhere else.
[Since he personally thinks Caelus should probably just sleep the whole thing off as much as possible, especially if his memories are fucked up.]
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[ his room. caelus is focusing so hard on what that should even be like. how he's going to navigate it. because his apartment isn't really based on his space aboard the astral express. he stole someone else's.
he takes kanda's sleeve. tight grip. ]
Did anything else happen while I was out?
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That's fine though. He'll start leading the way back--it's truly been so long since he had to do this for Marie but at least he kind of remembers how, and he's been practicing his own balance since he got here. So they'll be okay.]
No idea. I've been here.
[There are enough fighters on this side that he doesn't feel the need to wander around playing bodyguard.
...
Wait]
Oh. I heard. There was another group.
[KANDA THAT'S IMPORTANT]
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anyway, color caelus impressed that kanda is more than decent at this. that he's not pulling him along and causing the recently blinded to trip over his own two feet. caelus expected to stumble the entire way, but instead he's given enough of the exorcist's limited patience that he can remain upright. ]
Another? Do you know who?
[ I've been here. that hits slow (and different) because of caelus' instant-concern over potential other cyoaers. but kanda's been here. to keep an eye on him and marina?
he works so hard at avoiding an emotionshare of feeling touched because right now he remembers kanda and he remembers how he functions. some leaks out but it's a trickle instead of a gusher. ]
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Pink Braid, the hot woman, the cat, and that guy with glasses.
[Well
At least they're all easy descriptions, probably]
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Pink braid is probably Aerith.
[ oof. that hurts. is she okay? but kanda wouldn't know. ]
I don't know who you think is hot--oh. Heat-hot. Karlach.
[ he does stumble for the first time. it's over really nothing. a beat of embarrassment. continuing. ]
Izutsumi's the cat. Guy with the glasses...
[ is it that he can't remember who that is because his mind instantly turns to mr. yang or is it that he's beginning to forget himself again? ]
What will you call me if someone asks?
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Nobody's going to ask me. [Not when Rondo and Daan and others were also around and will answer questions much better than Kanda can or would.] Do you still think I don't know your name?
[He says this a little grouchily, as if it's unreasonable, even though he literally just used four separate nicknames and has never used Caelus's to his face]
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...
[ that sounds right, regardless of what caelus is being led back to his room. ]
You told me I have nothing to do with you.
[ some variation of it, anyway. ]
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[He doesn't bother squabbling semantics. They don't really matter. Kanda isn't a person who changes easily--his stance is the same as it was weeks ago.]
You have your life, and I have mine. Even if we were from the same world, you'd never see me again after this. [To say nothing of anything surpassing acquaintanceship, which is so far off the table he doesn't even feel the need to address it.] And getting attached hasn't done anything but hurt people here. You should know that.
[Didn't he suffer over Aventurine and Boothill? Over what he'd done to Marina himself? He thinks of someone else, another voice yelling You aren't a waste of my time at him--and he thinks of how he'd relented, then, just a little, only to fall to Kate's monster not two days later. If that wasn't God proving a point, what is?
Caelus accused him of being uncaring, and Kanda hadn't seen a reason to correct him. He is not a savior. It's not his job to minimize suffering. Better, in the end, for Caelus to think that his attempts at doing so were callousness. Kanda wishes they were.]
But everyone else uses names, and I'm not an idiot. I heard it often enough to know.
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when caelus has the ability to recall every conversation they've had, he doesn't consider kanda as a cruel person. not really. ]
I don't 'know that.' About getting attached. I don't 'know' it brings nothing but pain.
[ he reaches his free hand to fidget with some of that new, long hair ]
Not if I want to remain a Trailblazer.
[ caelus suffered when aventurine and boothill died. he suffered the next week, losing karma who he'd just accepted was his responsibility. he suffered the next week, losing iwatooshi after not thinking to share a final curfew. he suffered the next week, a prisoner in his own body as he hunted marina down and left her face a mashed pulp. but he was never the only one in pain and his was never the worst. ]
My choice is I don't regret caring about any of the people I've met here. I don't regret a minute of it.
[ staring into the center of nothingness ]
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[That's Caelus's choice. Kanda has no interest in arguing with him or pressuring him one way or the other. Kanda isn't as judgmental over it as he might seem; he's simply pushed hard here where he felt he had to, trying, in his own way, to help people come to terms with bitter necessities. But all he can do is share his own brand of wisdom, born of lifetimes of horrific experiences; if Caelus wants to reject it and walk his own path, that's his prerogative.
But it's Kanda's, too. He's more tolerant than he used to be, more willing to extend a hand in his own clumsy, grouchy, poorly communicated ways, but he's never going to be gentle or openly caring. The chances of him becoming someone like that died over nine years ago. And his role as an exorcist still comes first, anyway. They may be potentially shielded from even the Earl, here, but that doesn't mean sentiment isn't dangerous. Kate's the prime example of that.]