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Date & Time: 5th April, evening
Location: Disciple's apartment
Characters: Disciple, Helmsman and Nepeta
Summary: Disciple wants to introduce her descendant to her best-friend-who-doesn't-remember-he-is.
Warnings: None, I think!

"I'm really glad you said you'd meet her!" Di babbles at the Helmsman, clearly excited and a bit nervous over the meeting which was about to take place. When he'd been going to meet Sollux she'd been more worried about how the younger yellowblood would act, but with Nepeta at least she felt reassured that she'd be kind and friendly towards the Helmsman.

She just hopes it won't be too awkward. When she'd first told her descendant about her dear friend and what had been done to him she'd done her best to explain how he was now, and not to expect so very much in the way of friendliness perhaps. That his appearance would scare her is another concern, but then again Disciple has such a high opinion of her young descendant that she feels sure she'll rise to the occasion.

All she wants is for them to get along, and that maybe Psii, what little or a lot remained of him inside the Helmsman, would see how proud she is of Nepeta, and how much it means to Disciple for him to get to know her.

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"They...wouldn't have wanted you to know about us. I don't know if I can explain it in any way that will make sense to you. I'm sorry." She wants to explain more than that, she really does. She...just doesn't think it will do much good.

"System ith the most advanced helmsman system in all of Alternia." Sounds like bullshit to him.

The Helmsman lays down another card, a diamon this time. "Symbol for moirallegianthe," he tells her, a little testily.

"You are. And they wouldn't want to jeopardize that, would they? They wouldn't...wouldn't allow you memories that interfere with your functioning."

She doesn't want to play anymore, but she doesn't want to cut him off either. She's already pretty sure he's getting into one of his moods. "Moirallegiance. Trolls fated to meet. Fated to be able to trust each other with anything, protect each other through anything..."

Her voice lowers, to the point where it's likely hard to catch. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't."

With his technological superiority acknowledged, the Helmsman's mood clears up. He's pretty sure her idea that he has memories that might interfere with his functioning is complete nonsense, but then, Disciple hasn't exactly proven herself adept with computers or technology, so that's to be expected.

He blinks, once, as her last comment. "Why? What happened?"

"I don't know," she replies, her eyes fixed on the diamond on the uppermost card. "Not really. It hasn't happened for me yet. But...I know that things went terribly, horribly wrong somehow. I...I promised someone I'd cull him before allowing them to take him alive. But apparently I couldn't even do that much right."

"Wath it user Signlesth?" This is the Helmsman's gentle way of prodding her, trying to get her to tell him more about Signless.

"No. I don't think I could hurt Signless even if he asked me to..." Di has to admit. "I just...I couldn't. I love him so much, and he's so gentle. Pain is the last thing he deserves." She pauses, having caught on to what the Helmsman is doing. "Would you like to see a picture of him?"

The Helmsman will say later that he only wants to see this mysterious troll's face to record it, so he has a record of his existence. That doesn't change the fact that his eyes light up at the offer, almost sparkling, and responds with uncharacteristic urgency.

"Yeth, pleathe."

She nods at him as she gets up, smiling to see his face lighting up that way. It only takes her a moment or two to fetch her precious book, and she flips the pages over until she comes to a drawing of Signless she particularly likes, before placing the book on the floor and pushing it over towards the Helmsman.

The Helmsman hovers over the book, his psionics pushing his upper body forward so he can see it better. And then he just... hangs there, staring at the picture, completely drinking it in. He doesn't even notice when he starts glitching and moisture wells up in his eyes.

"You can pick it up if you like?" she offers when she sees the way he's leaning over to see it. She's not sure if he'll even hear her though, with the way he's so completely focused on the picture.

She was losing count of the number of times her heart could break in this place.

"Thank you." He does just that, carefully picking up the book with his psionics and bringing it close to his face. Bringing it close just allows him to see it better, and the glitching continues, the moisture spilling out of his eyes and trickling slowly down his cheeks. Absently, he uses psionics to brush it away.

"Thith ith user Disciple," he says after awhile.

Disciple finds herself needing to rub away some tears of her own too just from watching him. What she'd give to know what's going through his mind at that moment...

"That's right. I couldn't draw it from life, of course, but he used to hold me like that all the time, if I was tired or cold or just wanted to be close. And it's exactly what he's like...sheltering people, not just with his cloak but with his words and his kindness."

A lot of confused, conflicting messages, mostly.

"User Disciple loved user Signlesth." He doesn't really need to verify this, because she's said as much, but he does anyway. "Did user Signlesth... love... anyone elthe?"

He has no idea why he's asking this question, only that it's very, very important that he gets an answer.

"More than anything," she says, simply and as though it's the most certain thing in the world. And it is. "Signless cares about everyone, but...besides me, there are two others he loves. Loves so very, very much. I've already mentioned them to you, Helmsman."

"Yeth. Userth Dolorotha and the best friend." Once again, he deliberately skirts around the issue of the best friend. He doesn't know why he's doing that, only that he's very, very afraid of what the answer might be.

"Doeth user Disciple have imageth of user Dolorotha?"

Disciple nods at him. "Yes, that's right, the two of them." She's eying him rather curiously by now - she couldn't help but notice that he's really taking pains to skirt around the issue of who the best friend is. And she's not about to push it either, or give him more information than he's ready for just yet.

"Of course! I have lots of them - here, let me see." She takes the book back, flipping through the pages until she's nearly at the beginning of it, finding the particular painting she'd been thinking of and holding the book back out to him.

He looks at this one too, but not as intently as he looked at the ones of Signless. "User Dolorotha hath a grub," he observes. It makes sense, her being a jadeblood and all, but it's still unusual enough to warrant mentioning.

"Can't you guess who that grub is, Helmsman?" she asks, grinning. "You were just looking at him a moment ago!" She already considering the next image she might show him...maybe. Depending on what his response will be when she asks.

"It ith user Signlesth?" There's only one other troll it could be, and the grub isn't olive green. Kind of narrows things down.

"Mmhmm," she confirms, leaning over to take a look at it herself. "That's right. Dolorosa found him as a grub and has been looking after him ever since. She's looked after all of us, really." There a quiet, thoughtful pause. "Would you like to see a picture of all four of us together?"

"No." The response is instant and more forceful than the Helmsman's usual deadpan delivery.

"Why not, Helmsman?" she asks him, surprised - but perhaps not as surprised as she might have been.

It takes him awhile to answer, and when he does, his voice is even more distant than usual. "Becauthe best friend wath not a good friend."

"That's not true," is her reply to that, the contradiction quiet yet determined. "There couldn't have been a better friend to us anywhere."

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she should ask him if he wants to see pictures of the best friend. just saying

haha twist my arm why don't you XD

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