[He repeats the question like she's crazy, and in a way, yeah, she kind of is. Because she follows it up with if I were your uncle, and he laughs. Thinking it's, you know. A joke.
But it isn't. She looks sort of serious about this.
It tugs at his chest, sharp. Demanding his attention. For a second, he sees Kyrie. It's the exact way she'd approach it. Softly, at first. Get to the heart of the problem. And not so much goad him into facing it as gently leading him by the hand there (with the implication that there would be some swift ass-kicking at some point. The space between them now, as they face each other, fills that same implication.)]
Seriously, Wanda? [She's totally taking advantage of him trying not to cause trouble now. 'Cause otherwise he'd be the hell out of here.
Nero's quiet. Memories and thoughts ping around his head chaotically, and he tries to sort them out, staring a hole in the wall. He frowns. It hurts, and it's sharp, how suddenly it comes out.] I don't know their story, but I know enough. He could've done more. To help his brother, or stop him, or whatever. He only saw killing him as the answer. Like he never considered there was any other option.
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[He repeats the question like she's crazy, and in a way, yeah, she kind of is. Because she follows it up with if I were your uncle, and he laughs. Thinking it's, you know. A joke.
But it isn't. She looks sort of serious about this.
It tugs at his chest, sharp. Demanding his attention. For a second, he sees Kyrie. It's the exact way she'd approach it. Softly, at first. Get to the heart of the problem. And not so much goad him into facing it as gently leading him by the hand there (with the implication that there would be some swift ass-kicking at some point. The space between them now, as they face each other, fills that same implication.)]
Seriously, Wanda? [She's totally taking advantage of him trying not to cause trouble now. 'Cause otherwise he'd be the hell out of here.
Nero's quiet. Memories and thoughts ping around his head chaotically, and he tries to sort them out, staring a hole in the wall. He frowns. It hurts, and it's sharp, how suddenly it comes out.] I don't know their story, but I know enough. He could've done more. To help his brother, or stop him, or whatever. He only saw killing him as the answer. Like he never considered there was any other option.