[A lot of that theory Bruce tossed at Dick while they were in the maze. Dick doesn't know exactly how close Bruce and Damian are, but he has spoken with Damian and heard a word or two that's brought things into perspective. Dick understands that there are feelings involved that make being impartial impossible.
It should be impossible, Dick thinks but he has never been of the belief that there will be only one universe saved, or of the belief that they were brought here to be islands unto themselves. Their ability to fight is judged as is their ability to bond, what if they are required to bond and they end up fighting instead. Who are they to allow this place to dictate their lives. They've already been kidnapped, been forced to deal with intenuable situations, please.
They should be able to live their lives here to the best of their ability. There's no guarantees anywhere that any of them are going back. The least trustworthy person here is Etraya.
Setting down the bottle, Dick looks to Bruce and meets his eyes-- those stubborn orbs. He knows that they are in similar spots, and Dick's been plaintively pointing it out since he got here-- kindly, at first. Now, he's happy to take the alcohol and give it the break he was willing to give the other male.
That is until those words come. ]
Fuck. Okay. I'm sorry too. I only meant to let you sit and drink with me in silence. I know you have a lot of shit to carry. I know you don't need to, but you can lean on me now, never, whenever. I won't break. I don't trust many people, but least of all the words of this place. I trust what they told us when we got here less than anything else. Why waste a day alone if you don't have to.
[Deflating bodily, mentally, exhaustion creeps into the space behind his eyes. He misses so many things. He wishes for connection again. It doesn't matter how bold or quiet, Dick misses the titans, the people he had around him, the hugs-- sitting on the damn couch eating popcorn and movies. It's stupid, but Bruce should be able to find that somewhere one day. Little by little maybe. Step by step. A finger touched at a time.]
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It should be impossible, Dick thinks but he has never been of the belief that there will be only one universe saved, or of the belief that they were brought here to be islands unto themselves. Their ability to fight is judged as is their ability to bond, what if they are required to bond and they end up fighting instead. Who are they to allow this place to dictate their lives. They've already been kidnapped, been forced to deal with intenuable situations, please.
They should be able to live their lives here to the best of their ability. There's no guarantees anywhere that any of them are going back. The least trustworthy person here is Etraya.
Setting down the bottle, Dick looks to Bruce and meets his eyes-- those stubborn orbs. He knows that they are in similar spots, and Dick's been plaintively pointing it out since he got here-- kindly, at first. Now, he's happy to take the alcohol and give it the break he was willing to give the other male.
That is until those words come. ]
Fuck. Okay. I'm sorry too. I only meant to let you sit and drink with me in silence. I know you have a lot of shit to carry. I know you don't need to, but you can lean on me now, never, whenever. I won't break. I don't trust many people, but least of all the words of this place. I trust what they told us when we got here less than anything else. Why waste a day alone if you don't have to.
[Deflating bodily, mentally, exhaustion creeps into the space behind his eyes. He misses so many things. He wishes for connection again. It doesn't matter how bold or quiet, Dick misses the titans, the people he had around him, the hugs-- sitting on the damn couch eating popcorn and movies. It's stupid, but Bruce should be able to find that somewhere one day. Little by little maybe. Step by step. A finger touched at a time.]