[It was amazing what someone could get used to-- what Tim had gotten used to, working for Jack. He'd gotten used to being pointed at other people-- bandits, sure, but they didn't stop being human just because they had guns in their hands too-- and pulling the trigger. He'd gotten used to being in danger all the time. He'd gotten used to following orders to do horrible things.]
I just... I don't want to scare you off by unpacking my baggage all over you?
[And tell him something that would make him never want to talk to him again. Majima had been understanding about killing people who were trying to kill him first-- that was basically self-defense-- but what about the ones that weren't? The civilians, the noncombatants, the... friends?]
[Majima's hand was a comforting weight on his arm and his touch was gentle and that made him feel somehow guilty, like he didn't deserve it.]
I hope you're right. [Is he worth it? God. That wasn't a question to ask somebody with his level of self-esteem.] I just... god, talking shouldn't be this hard?
[Communication is magic or whatever. It just also could feel about as easy as trying to pull teeth out of an angry skag, which, for the record? Is not even a little bit easy.]
Look, I'll... whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you, and I'll listen to whatever you want to tell me, and... I mean, I don't even think I'd know what to ask of you?
[Majima was still kind of enigmatic; Tim only knew bits and pieces about his life before Ryslig.]
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Date: 2019-05-10 01:34 am (UTC)I just... I don't want to scare you off by unpacking my baggage all over you?
[And tell him something that would make him never want to talk to him again. Majima had been understanding about killing people who were trying to kill him first-- that was basically self-defense-- but what about the ones that weren't? The civilians, the noncombatants, the... friends?]
[Majima's hand was a comforting weight on his arm and his touch was gentle and that made him feel somehow guilty, like he didn't deserve it.]
I hope you're right. [Is he worth it? God. That wasn't a question to ask somebody with his level of self-esteem.] I just... god, talking shouldn't be this hard?
[Communication is magic or whatever. It just also could feel about as easy as trying to pull teeth out of an angry skag, which, for the record? Is not even a little bit easy.]
Look, I'll... whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you, and I'll listen to whatever you want to tell me, and... I mean, I don't even think I'd know what to ask of you?
[Majima was still kind of enigmatic; Tim only knew bits and pieces about his life before Ryslig.]