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[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes directly to the beep.]

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[failedsafe]

[Drat. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee considers lying or brushing it off entirely.]

...Just something I dream about before I stop it from happening.

[firstworldproblem]

[Motioning for her to come over.]

Tell me about it.

[failedsafe]

[she exhales, hesitates, and relents]

Not much to tell, really. I could say it was just the Sound, but that happened in the first place because my ren pretty much set me on fire for an experiment. Grand old time, that.

[firstworldproblem]

And does open flame now bother you, or simply your mind dwells on it in circles?

[failedsafe]

It's...more the latter than the former.

[not that the former doesn't bother her in certain circumstances but a lot of things bother her and she has a feeling will so maybe they'll just cancel themselves out]

[firstworldproblem]

[He holds out his hand for her.]

Tell me about this 'ren'.

[failedsafe]

Oh, that's what'd you call a parent where I'm from who is non-binary and they...the Director of a place called the Institute. I usually just call them the Professor. They're very determined and immensely intelligent. I don't remember everything about their personality but they are without peer in the field of magitech, particularly, and were promoted to the role of Director at a very young age for their accomplishments and capabilities.

They don't care for wastes of time, and will not suffer anything to interrupt their work. Everything is an experiment. Everything is data.

[firstworldproblem]

Sounds like a very heartless and soulless being. And they were your caretaker?

[failedsafe]

They aren't--they--the Institute is one of the pillars of humankind, dedicated to solving the perils plaguing the world. Pretty sure you can't have the job without caring about it or what happens to its people.

[firstworldproblem]

You absolutely can. Have you not seen memories of Five's father. Brilliant, striving to save the star, but he couldn't even muster a hug for his actual children.

I do not doubt this man's conviction. What I doubt is his ability to see those around him as more than tools.

[failedsafe]

[hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh

like

she knows that, conceptually and that...the Professor and Daddy Hargreeves probably have more similarities than she'd like but--]

Pretty sure he likes my brother just fine.

[firstworldproblem]

I have loved my children in equal measure and yet watched them murder each other in a right of succession.

In the end, even loved, they were tools.

[failedsafe]

[hnnnnnnng, she doesn't. like. that. at. all. she can be the one despised, but she wants him, at least...

the boy she doesn't remember entirely but knows she loves with her whole heart, she wants him to be cherished as he deserves.

In the end, she shrugs.]

...I don't remember enough to opine, I guess.

[firstworldproblem]

Then come discuss it with me when you do remember. I imagine you'll have a lot to think about.

[failedsafe]

...I'll do that, then.

[but she liks all this and wants to see all he wants to show her.]

[firstworldproblem]

You have enough for abilities and memories, right?

[failedsafe]

Yeah, I have all my abilities.