[But he still doesn't say anything immediately, taking a few seconds to organize his thoughts, return his gaze to the ocean. Even after speaking about it with Komaeda at the sleepover the night before, there's so much that he's fully aware his mind has repressed in an effort at self-protection. A futile effort to preserve something that's already been manipulated and played with long before his time in the dreamscape.]
I tested something. While you were gone. I tried to use heavy sedation to avoid entering the dreamscape. The logic being that if I remained in the lowest level of the sleep cycle, it would be impossible to dream.
But what I experienced instead... I lost myself. Overwhelmed with pain and fear, being torn apart piece by piece.
[He shivers, suddenly chilled himself as he keeps staring at the ocean, intentionally reaching deeper, forcing himself to remember what he'd felt.]
You... were trying to help everyone, weren't you? Your text. You tried to use your powers, right...?
Did something like... what happened to me happen to you, too?
[ Up until now, Roxy has been expressionless and silent, a prisoner to her own mind, body, and soul. When he relates his experience with the dreamscape and the Void with her, though, her head tilts to look at him, her jaw agape when he says he... lost himself.
[He hears the subtle shift of clothing and blanket when she glances to look at him, and he looks away from the observatory glass to meet her eyes. It takes an instant to see that her eyes are wet, and he feels... bad. And yet relieved beyond measure. If she can cry, that's better than just... emptiness.
So as he explains, he keeps his voice low and quiet, just trying to project himself as someone calm and comforting. Even though it hurts. It's obvious in his eyes, the slight way his flesh prickles with goosebumps.]
Current medical theory suggests that dreaming is the brain's way of learning and remembering new experiences by shaping them into a form for your brain to practice. This is accomplished through what's called REM sleep, rapid eye movement, and occurs in the lightest stage of the human sleep cycle. If I could bypass REM sleep by forcing my sleep cycle to remain in the lowest level, then perhaps the connection to the dreamscape could be blocked. It wouldn't have been a long term solution, but... it was my attempt to help everyone here.
She's angry because she's helpless. There isn't a damn thing she can do against the Sea Dragon, nor his powers, nor his minions in the Void, who attack them at any given moment, unprovoked.
She's angry because her loved ones keep disappearing without warning, never to be seen again.
And now she's angry that another dear friend is fucking with the Void, the absolute source of her misery. ]
[ Roxy is a mess of things right now, none of them good. When he explains what he did, despite how stupid she thinks it is, she also thinks it's super heroic. Selfless beyond measure, and just the sort of thing she expected from a good guy like Hianta.
It also makes him super hot in her book. Goddamn. ]
[He nods, just once, and sighs quietly through his nose. For once, he'd hoped his incredible perception was wrong. That he'd made a mistake. But if she's reacting this way, and responding to his explanation like this, then...]
It hurts, right...? Not knowing... not being able to trust your own feelings, your own thoughts. Going through all of that.
[ Welcome to her nightmare, Hinata. That's life for the Rogue of Void. The nightmares are just giving everyone a taste of what it's like to be her every goddamn day. ]
[He exhales quietly through his nose again and returns his gaze back out to the ocean beyond, just sitting there. There's no real way for him to help her, he's quickly realizing. For all his talents, the thing that will help her most is time. Time to process this, time to-- regain herself.
He knows all about that.]
I know it doesn't sound very impressive right now, but... I know you'll be able to get through this. You're one of the strongest people I know. The future holds more possibilities than... what we felt.
[ Time doesn't actually fix things. It just makes them easier to deal with. ]
You don't know anything.
[ She breaks down and holds her head between her hands, her head pounding and her nausea flaring as she struggles with the dissonance of her soul. When the Void left her, it damn near sucked her entire soul out of her body. But that's not even the worst part of all of this.
The reality is, that even if she reclaims those lost pieces, she still won't feel whole. She may never feel whole. ]
I don't know everything, [he corrects, quietly. He can't pretend to fully understand her godmode powers, or exactly what she did. She was gone far longer than he was, and with the timing of the cessation of nightmares as it was... there's no way she hadn't had at least an influence in it.]
But I don't think I'm wasting my time. Do you know...? How many pieces of my brain they carved out? How much of me they erased and overwrote, and erased and overwrote? Over and over again until it seemed impossible there was anything left.
You're a programmer. [He tilts his head, looks at her again, and gently lets one hand rest between her shoulder blades. He knows she doesn't know anything about what he'd gone through back home, nor would she have any reason to. His point still stands. He'll bare every piece of his past to her if it could make her feel even a tiny bit closer to whole.] You know how difficult it can be to completely remove something and leave no trace.
[ You know how difficult it can be to completely remove something and leave no trace.
The words hit Roxy like a punch to the gut for some reason, and she visibly flinches. Wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them to her chest, her face is obscured by her bangs. ]
They took pieces of your brain...?
[ When she told him he was scared someone was watching him, she didn't... ]
Yeah. To turn an ordinary person into someone extraordinary. Someone who could be the world's hope.
[There's no edge of bitterness to his voice, though, and he keeps his hand between her shoulder blades, gently rubbing her back and fighting the urge to try to pull her into a hug.]
But even though they tried to erase me completely... replace me with someone else entirely... it wasn't possible. Like data on a hard drive. Even once overwritten, with enough work, with enough time and energy and help from people who cared about me... I can be myself again.
I'm not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me. I'm telling you because... I think you're stronger than the Void will let you think you are, right now. I know you can come back. Maybe... not exactly the same as the person you were, but stronger for it.
[He pauses, leans in, and gently presses his forehead to her shoulder.]
[ Roxy's heart sinks. He might as well have not said any of that other stuff, because she's fixating on one thing, here: his disappearance.
This happened to him after she disabled URSULA's monitors in his room. This happened to him after she even used her own powers to give Hinata an extra layer of obfuscation, to make him further undetectable by monitoring, technological, magic, or otherwise. And yet he still vanished. ]
Grateful? I didn't do anything.
[ She really wishes she could feel something besides sad and hopeless. ]
And now you're-- and everyone else-- I didn't change a goddamn thing!
You made the nightmares stop. For two days... we got to think it was over. Two days we were able to sleep peacefully, try to recover from this constant mental onslaught we're ungoing.
[He keeps his forehead pressed against her shoulder, closing his eyes and sighing quietly.]
Roxy... what happened to me happened long before I ever even met you. There's nothing you could have done to stop that. I wouldn't have wanted anyone to stop it, back then. I signed up for it willingly.
That week I was gone... I regained three years of memories, of things that had already happened.
[ Roxy shakes her head. Not even sacrificing her soul was enough to stop the nightmares, apparently. They returned, and the Dragon still needed to be taken care of, and she's just so tired. ]
Still... Hinata... I wasn't able to do anything! I'm not like John. I'm not a hero, or even a good leader, and I'm not strong. If the culmination of my power can't help anyone here, then what is the fucking point?
[He stands up then, though he doesn't go far. He just moves, crouches down in front of her, and takes both of her shoulders, pulling her in close if she'll let him.]
Roxy... the messages you sent, the things you did... you had no way of knowing if you'd come back from that, or even if it would work. But you did all of that for us. You're suffering because of what you did for us, you can't underestimate how powerful that is.
That's what a leader does. No one on this base blames you for not single-handedly stopping the nightmares. Even with all the talents Hope's Peak Academy forced into my brain, I can't stop them. But I've been able to use these talents for other good things. And I know your godmode powers have helped before. You helped me that time, didn't you?
[Obfuscating the monitors. While it seems like a minor, laughable thing, he still appreciates how quick she was to take care of it, how easily she accomplished it. Just for him.]
[ Runny mascara is becoming her new look apparently. ]
I didn't help you though! I didn't help anyone. Everyone's still suffering and the Dragon's still out there, wanting to hurt us or worse. I can't even bring the Troll egg back for Kanaya and Karkat...
[ Her head lowers. She can't look him in the eye anymore, too ashamed of herself and her failures. ]
I've never wanted a fuckin' drink so bad in my life, and I can't even have that, because I can't be trusted to do a goddamn thing without overdoing it. Fuck my life.
[He still doesn't sound angry, or helpless. He's doing his best to keep his voice calm and level, as if somehow that might help her. He honestly isn't sure if he can manage to emote the same way he used to.
So he just leans in and presses his lips to her forehead. If she doesn't want to look at him, that's fine. But maybe a small, affectionate gesture like that will be enough to shock her long enough for him to pull her into a tight embrace, so she can just cry on him if she wants instead of into her own hands.]
The only person who expects you to do all of this all by yourself is you.
[ It does indeed shock her. It shocks her quite a lot. She's not used to being the one on the receiving end of affection, so when it happens, it always surprises her. Warmth blossoms in the apples of her cheeks, her heart skips a beat, and she can't hug him back fast or hard enough all of a sudden. ]
Hinata...
[ When did he turn into such an intense badass, she wonders... he best be careful. She has a severe case of the dokidokis here, and she might just fall for him at this rate. ]
[He exhales a quiet breath against her hair as he wraps her up in a tight hug, one hand against the back of her head to keep her there against him. And he hates himself, in some ways, using the knowledge he has of her to all but force her into his desired outcome. And even if he tells himself it's for her sake, it still feels wrong, a shiver of mental dissonance.
But she's hugging him, she's feeling enough of something to cry and hold him back. And it's a start.
He presses his nose against the top of her head and sighs again, a quiet sound of relief, and murmurs,] It'll be okay.
[ Taking a deep and shaky breath, Roxy focuses on regaining her composure. A moment in his arms, warm and safe, makes the tension melt away from her neck and shoulders. She lays her head against his chest, and nuzzles the side of his neck with her nose. He might notice she's still feverish, but truthfully? To Roxy, this is the best she's felt in days. ]
Yeah... you're right. It will be. [ She smiles despite herself, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. But she's trying. She even tries to crack a joke, ]
[He definitely does feel that warmth of a fever, closing his eyes and only holding her more tightly. Other than that, he doesn't shy away from her embrace, just keeping her close and hoping he's making her feel even a little more secure.
She's soft and warm against him, and it's strange to think about. Holding someone, being relied on like this. He only huffs a not-quite laugh through his nose at her attempt at a joke, resting his cheek atop her head.]
That just means there's nowhere to go but up, huh?
[ Unfortunately, Roxy's relief is short-lived. What she knows of the illness is merely second-hand knowledge gleaned from the Sea Dragon when their minds were one. Physical effects range from pain, nausea, loss of appetite, but the mental effects are far more devastating. Fits of dissociation and paranoia are the worst of it.
Pulling away from Hinata, she frowns; she feels nauseous and dizzy. She was kind of hoping she could try eating whatever it was he brought them, but. It looks like it's time for another fit. ]
Hinata-- I-I'm gonna be sick... [ She doesn't want to alarm him, or make him worry, but it's going to hit her any minute now. ]
[Sink lower, that is. He draws back, because as much as he cares about her, he's not about to let himself get vomited all over? Instead he takes her hand in a firm, insistent grip, turning her palm upward and pressing his thumb gently but firmly against her wrist, two inches below her palm. There's a pressure point there that should at least alleviate the worst of the nausea, enough that she should be able to make it to a bathroom without throwing up on the floor.]
C'mon, let's get you somewhere.
[And he'll keep his thumb in that spot of her wrist and rise to his feet, intending to tug her gently up with him.]
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[But he still doesn't say anything immediately, taking a few seconds to organize his thoughts, return his gaze to the ocean. Even after speaking about it with Komaeda at the sleepover the night before, there's so much that he's fully aware his mind has repressed in an effort at self-protection. A futile effort to preserve something that's already been manipulated and played with long before his time in the dreamscape.]
I tested something. While you were gone. I tried to use heavy sedation to avoid entering the dreamscape. The logic being that if I remained in the lowest level of the sleep cycle, it would be impossible to dream.
But what I experienced instead... I lost myself. Overwhelmed with pain and fear, being torn apart piece by piece.
[He shivers, suddenly chilled himself as he keeps staring at the ocean, intentionally reaching deeper, forcing himself to remember what he'd felt.]
You... were trying to help everyone, weren't you? Your text. You tried to use your powers, right...?
Did something like... what happened to me happen to you, too?
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Her eyes begin looking a bit too wet. ]
What the fuck were you thinking?
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So as he explains, he keeps his voice low and quiet, just trying to project himself as someone calm and comforting. Even though it hurts. It's obvious in his eyes, the slight way his flesh prickles with goosebumps.]
Current medical theory suggests that dreaming is the brain's way of learning and remembering new experiences by shaping them into a form for your brain to practice. This is accomplished through what's called REM sleep, rapid eye movement, and occurs in the lightest stage of the human sleep cycle. If I could bypass REM sleep by forcing my sleep cycle to remain in the lowest level, then perhaps the connection to the dreamscape could be blocked. It wouldn't have been a long term solution, but... it was my attempt to help everyone here.
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She's angry because she's helpless. There isn't a damn thing she can do against the Sea Dragon, nor his powers, nor his minions in the Void, who attack them at any given moment, unprovoked.
She's angry because her loved ones keep disappearing without warning, never to be seen again.
And now she's angry that another dear friend is fucking with the Void, the absolute source of her misery. ]
No fucking shit. It was still stupid.
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[He agrees easily enough. It was stupid. He knows it was stupid. But it had to be tested.]
That's why I had to do it. If I didn't... Komaeda would have. And especially knowing what the consequences were... I'm glad it was me.
[He glances to her again, eyes flicking over her face, reading her anger.]
You're the same way, aren't you...? That's why you did what you did.
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It also makes him super hot in her book. Goddamn. ]
Something like that.
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It hurts, right...? Not knowing... not being able to trust your own feelings, your own thoughts. Going through all of that.
It's... like despair, isn't it?
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Yeah.
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[He exhales quietly through his nose again and returns his gaze back out to the ocean beyond, just sitting there. There's no real way for him to help her, he's quickly realizing. For all his talents, the thing that will help her most is time. Time to process this, time to-- regain herself.
He knows all about that.]
I know it doesn't sound very impressive right now, but... I know you'll be able to get through this. You're one of the strongest people I know. The future holds more possibilities than... what we felt.
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You don't know anything.
[ She breaks down and holds her head between her hands, her head pounding and her nausea flaring as she struggles with the dissonance of her soul. When the Void left her, it damn near sucked her entire soul out of her body. But that's not even the worst part of all of this.
The reality is, that even if she reclaims those lost pieces, she still won't feel whole. She may never feel whole. ]
You're wasting your time.
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But I don't think I'm wasting my time. Do you know...? How many pieces of my brain they carved out? How much of me they erased and overwrote, and erased and overwrote? Over and over again until it seemed impossible there was anything left.
You're a programmer. [He tilts his head, looks at her again, and gently lets one hand rest between her shoulder blades. He knows she doesn't know anything about what he'd gone through back home, nor would she have any reason to. His point still stands. He'll bare every piece of his past to her if it could make her feel even a tiny bit closer to whole.] You know how difficult it can be to completely remove something and leave no trace.
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The words hit Roxy like a punch to the gut for some reason, and she visibly flinches. Wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them to her chest, her face is obscured by her bangs. ]
They took pieces of your brain...?
[ When she told him he was scared someone was watching him, she didn't... ]
Oh god...
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[There's no edge of bitterness to his voice, though, and he keeps his hand between her shoulder blades, gently rubbing her back and fighting the urge to try to pull her into a hug.]
But even though they tried to erase me completely... replace me with someone else entirely... it wasn't possible. Like data on a hard drive. Even once overwritten, with enough work, with enough time and energy and help from people who cared about me... I can be myself again.
I'm not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me. I'm telling you because... I think you're stronger than the Void will let you think you are, right now. I know you can come back. Maybe... not exactly the same as the person you were, but stronger for it.
[He pauses, leans in, and gently presses his forehead to her shoulder.]
I'm really grateful for what you did, Roxy.
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This happened to him after she disabled URSULA's monitors in his room. This happened to him after she even used her own powers to give Hinata an extra layer of obfuscation, to make him further undetectable by monitoring, technological, magic, or otherwise. And yet he still vanished. ]
Grateful? I didn't do anything.
[ She really wishes she could feel something besides sad and hopeless. ]
And now you're-- and everyone else-- I didn't change a goddamn thing!
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[He keeps his forehead pressed against her shoulder, closing his eyes and sighing quietly.]
Roxy... what happened to me happened long before I ever even met you. There's nothing you could have done to stop that. I wouldn't have wanted anyone to stop it, back then. I signed up for it willingly.
That week I was gone... I regained three years of memories, of things that had already happened.
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[ Roxy shakes her head. Not even sacrificing her soul was enough to stop the nightmares, apparently. They returned, and the Dragon still needed to be taken care of, and she's just so tired. ]
Still... Hinata... I wasn't able to do anything! I'm not like John. I'm not a hero, or even a good leader, and I'm not strong. If the culmination of my power can't help anyone here, then what is the fucking point?
The Void should've taken me with it.
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[He stands up then, though he doesn't go far. He just moves, crouches down in front of her, and takes both of her shoulders, pulling her in close if she'll let him.]
Roxy... the messages you sent, the things you did... you had no way of knowing if you'd come back from that, or even if it would work. But you did all of that for us. You're suffering because of what you did for us, you can't underestimate how powerful that is.
That's what a leader does. No one on this base blames you for not single-handedly stopping the nightmares. Even with all the talents Hope's Peak Academy forced into my brain, I can't stop them. But I've been able to use these talents for other good things. And I know your godmode powers have helped before. You helped me that time, didn't you?
[Obfuscating the monitors. While it seems like a minor, laughable thing, he still appreciates how quick she was to take care of it, how easily she accomplished it. Just for him.]
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I didn't help you though! I didn't help anyone. Everyone's still suffering and the Dragon's still out there, wanting to hurt us or worse. I can't even bring the Troll egg back for Kanaya and Karkat...
[ Her head lowers. She can't look him in the eye anymore, too ashamed of herself and her failures. ]
I've never wanted a fuckin' drink so bad in my life, and I can't even have that, because I can't be trusted to do a goddamn thing without overdoing it. Fuck my life.
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[He still doesn't sound angry, or helpless. He's doing his best to keep his voice calm and level, as if somehow that might help her. He honestly isn't sure if he can manage to emote the same way he used to.
So he just leans in and presses his lips to her forehead. If she doesn't want to look at him, that's fine. But maybe a small, affectionate gesture like that will be enough to shock her long enough for him to pull her into a tight embrace, so she can just cry on him if she wants instead of into her own hands.]
The only person who expects you to do all of this all by yourself is you.
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Hinata...
[ When did he turn into such an intense badass, she wonders... he best be careful. She has a severe case of the dokidokis here, and she might just fall for him at this rate. ]
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But she's hugging him, she's feeling enough of something to cry and hold him back. And it's a start.
He presses his nose against the top of her head and sighs again, a quiet sound of relief, and murmurs,] It'll be okay.
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Yeah... you're right. It will be. [ She smiles despite herself, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. But she's trying. She even tries to crack a joke, ]
So this is what rock bottom feels like.
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She's soft and warm against him, and it's strange to think about. Holding someone, being relied on like this. He only huffs a not-quite laugh through his nose at her attempt at a joke, resting his cheek atop her head.]
That just means there's nowhere to go but up, huh?
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[ Unfortunately, Roxy's relief is short-lived. What she knows of the illness is merely second-hand knowledge gleaned from the Sea Dragon when their minds were one. Physical effects range from pain, nausea, loss of appetite, but the mental effects are far more devastating. Fits of dissociation and paranoia are the worst of it.
Pulling away from Hinata, she frowns; she feels nauseous and dizzy. She was kind of hoping she could try eating whatever it was he brought them, but. It looks like it's time for another fit. ]
Hinata-- I-I'm gonna be sick... [ She doesn't want to alarm him, or make him worry, but it's going to hit her any minute now. ]
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[Sink lower, that is. He draws back, because as much as he cares about her, he's not about to let himself get vomited all over? Instead he takes her hand in a firm, insistent grip, turning her palm upward and pressing his thumb gently but firmly against her wrist, two inches below her palm. There's a pressure point there that should at least alleviate the worst of the nausea, enough that she should be able to make it to a bathroom without throwing up on the floor.]
C'mon, let's get you somewhere.
[And he'll keep his thumb in that spot of her wrist and rise to his feet, intending to tug her gently up with him.]
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