Good. [ firm, resolute. good. dead, or living something so pitiful they'd beg for it. like andyr did once. like so many other slaves do. it isn't living, isn't existence - just waiting to rot, or something worse. something like what andyr is now. there are some sins he can forgive. some errors of judgment, some acts of desperation. but any human being who can do that to another soul, as far as andyr's concerned, doesn't deserve redemption. ] Shoulda nuked them.
[ spoken distantly, somewhere else, before there's the touch his hair, careful and fussing, like when he's seen mothers clean smudges off their son's faces. like when his father would fix jehanne's braids at the park. and that straying touch against the mist sprayed coolness of his cheek, something like a small shiver running through him at the softness of the touch. something so, so foreign, and what reason at all does steve rogers have to issue something like that to him? what has he ever done to deserve it from him? what's inside him that seems worth it? that he could possibly see? ]
Why're you so nice to me? [ a near whispered question, spoken in something of a trance, andyr's eyes searching his face and feeling like there must be answers to all of this somewhere there. how, and why, steve's so kind, when he's seen things like whatever happened to bucky. why he'd seen only offers of assistance and welcoming in the baths the other day, when Andyr'd been certain there were ulterior motives. ] All I've done is hurt you.
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[ spoken distantly, somewhere else, before there's the touch his hair, careful and fussing, like when he's seen mothers clean smudges off their son's faces. like when his father would fix jehanne's braids at the park. and that straying touch against the mist sprayed coolness of his cheek, something like a small shiver running through him at the softness of the touch. something so, so foreign, and what reason at all does steve rogers have to issue something like that to him? what has he ever done to deserve it from him? what's inside him that seems worth it? that he could possibly see? ]
Why're you so nice to me? [ a near whispered question, spoken in something of a trance, andyr's eyes searching his face and feeling like there must be answers to all of this somewhere there. how, and why, steve's so kind, when he's seen things like whatever happened to bucky. why he'd seen only offers of assistance and welcoming in the baths the other day, when Andyr'd been certain there were ulterior motives. ] All I've done is hurt you.