[Of all the things Fenris could've said in that moment, it's this that completely blindsides Wade. He can't help it. With one hand still covering his eyes, he begins to laugh. It's not a small, cynical chuckle but an actual full-on belly laugh, one that rocks him back onto Fenris's bed until he nearly tips over, his body shaking with his paroxysms.
What delicious irony. Fenris had been through hell, had been through one of the worst scenarios Wade could imagine, and he's asking Wade if he's all right? It's almost more than he can bear.
After a few excruciating minutes, Wade's laughter finally tapers off into scattered chuckles before stopping completely. He sighs, righting himself and wiping his eyes before regarding Fenris with an apologetic smile.]
Sorry. Wasn't laughin' at you, honest. It's just... fuck.
[He shakes his head, that smile turning into something rueful and sardonic.]
All I can say is... I take back everything I may have said about you bein' cranky and broody. 'Cause you're doin' fucking fantastic, all things considered.
[ Years ago, Fenris would have probably reacted to the laughing with some form of volatility. He would have gotten defensive or rolled his eyes, depending on who it was that did the laughing. But now, from Wade — especially after the look he had just been giving him, his concern only grew.
When Wade finally stops and apologizes, he doesn't need to say much to convince Fenris.
He doesn't quite know how to react to what he's being told. Again. His ears slope back a bit, brows creasing further as his mouth opens and closes for lack of any real response.
No one has ever told him he was handling things well. And he never quite thought he was either. Maybe now, finally settling on just the right amount of anger and resentment to focus on while continuing on with his life. But even still, no one has ever expressed this about the way he handled his trauma. ]
I...[ He clears his throat. ] It has been quite some time since I've spoken about this at length. Not since...Hawke.
[The mention of Hawke pulls Wade back to New Amsterdam, back to untrustworthy coalitions and meals made of insect meat. He thinks of Hawke, of Cassandra, of Lance and Simon and Stephen and especially of Nate. He thinks of his arrival here, of his increasingly desperate search to find any of his friends; of finding Fenris and the disappointment he felt-- almost like a physical pain-- when Fenris once again had no memory of him.
He thinks about how he'd watched Fenris die, watched him plead for the man who enslaved him like a lost and frightened child as his blood pooled in the streets and the life faded from his eyes.
Wade's mouth quirks in an awkward attempt at a disarming smile, and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug he hopes passes as nonchalant.]
Don't really know what I need to be thanked for. I'm just glad you're still here. A-away from whatsisface, I mean.
[ Fenris hesitates, that uncertainty on how to express one of his many thoughts cropping up again. He averts his gaze to a stray candle along the wall, focusing on it intently as if he were trying to alight it with his gaze. ]
Considering I never properly thanked you for...rescuing me...I would say it is owed to you.
[What must be going on in that head of his? The conversation's taken a turn that Wade wasn't expecting, and he's sure that Fenris must be as uncomfortable as he himself feels.
It's been quite some time since I've spoken about this at length. Not since... Hawke.
The enormity of that statement makes it difficult to think clearly. How long had Fenris carried this inside of him, without anyone knowing? How many people had simply assumed he was one of those dark and broody edgelord types without really understanding what he had been through?
Wade forces out a chuckle, less out of genuine mirth and more out of a complete lack of knowledge of how else to react.]
I mean... figured I owe you for the Skee-Ball game, so that puts us about even. Besides, I wasn't about to watch you die a second time.
[ Ah, right. His other self. Death was kind for him...he can say that with confidence. Fenris won't mourn the death of a version of himself so utterly broken and lost.
But instead of Wade watching Fenris die again, Fenris almost watched Wade die instead. His lips curl down into a frown at the thought, brows furrowed and gaze sharp. He pushes himself off the desk and lowers himself onto the other side of the mattress, crossing his legs.
[It's unexpected, Fenris moving to sit near him like that, but even more unexpected is the confession immediately afterwards. During their brief reunion in Meadowlark he'd come to view Fenris as sort of a friend-- or at the very least, someone he could enjoy playing the occasional arcade game with-- but he never really knew if Fenris felt the same about him. Stating such a preference may not have been a ringing endorsement to most people, but for someone like Wade, who didn't exactly fill people with warm fuzzies back at home, it meant a whole lot. There weren't a lot of people who cared whether he lived or died, after all.
He finds himself unable to meet Fenris's eyes again.]
Yeah, I... um. [An awkward clearing of his throat.] I've been meaning to talk to you about that, actually. That day, I mean. The day I almost... y'know. Died.
[ Fenris admits easily, glancing over at Wade, immediately noticing how he's avoiding eye contact again. He doesn't say anything more, for now, first waiting to see what Wade wanted to say first before he questions him. Because he has questions, much like Wade had for Fenris.
There's one thing he is particularly avoiding discussing, naturally. ]
[An awkward huff of laughter. The atmosphere seems to have changed once again, and Wade finds himself wishing for that earlier levity, of some opportunity to crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment so that he could once again be in control of the conversation.]
You can ask me your questions first, if you want. Since you pretty much did all the talking so far.
[ Fenris is far too used to these awkward and tense moments for him to feel particularly hesitant to venture further, though he does give a brief pause just long enough to figure out how to word his question. And even with this thought being given he still speaks with a kind of blunt force. ]
[That question, at least, is one that's easier to answer. Wade adjusts his posture to something a little more relaxed, finally opening his softened container of ice cream.]
A whole lot, really. Spite. Loneliness. Desperation. The exhaustion brought on by living too long. Basically take all the issues I have, dial 'em up to eleven, toss in a nonexistent moral compass... mix and serve scalding.
He-- the real other me, I mean-- killed pretty much everyone in his own universe. I'm talkin' men, women, children... even started takin' out people from other universes, too. Including other versions of me-- the ones he didn't recruit, anyway. Some of 'em were even my teammates, which made it even more personal.
[He scowls.] Hit the hardest when they killed the dog. I liked that dog.
[ He's not entirely sure what he expected to come of his question. This other Wade, nothing like the one he knows, wasn't someone Fenris would think of when he pictured an alternative version of the man. He prepares himself to hear something completely at odds with what he knows of Wade, but it’s still not enough to quell his surprise. Spite, loneliness, desperation — all of these words are emotions he has known all too well. Words that he has an intimate familiarity with. He hadn’t considered it at the time, with his mind so focused on other things, but hearing Wade now…he sounds like how he could have been. How he imagined himself to be had he not broken free of his chains. It’s just so familiar. Too familiar. Familiar enough that Fenris almost feels as if he can share the pain…enough that he can feel white-hot anger rising inside of him.
What strikes Fenris is the fact that he hadn’t had to deal with this alternative self. He lived in another reality and only recently merged with his own, and he was fortunate enough not to encounter him. Meanwhile, Wade has apparently dealt with his morally defunct counterpart before now. It takes a lot to shock Fenris — or at the very least, shock him enough that it’s visible on his face and heard in his tone, yet here he is. ]
He was so filled with spite and rage that he traversed worlds to get to you?
[He's never seen Fenris react like this before. He felt he knew Fenris enough to get a handle on his personality, and the elf's go-to response to things like this typically seemed to tend toward nothing more intense than biting snark or detached cynicism, if it didn't anger him outright.
Apparently even a magically-tortured former slave could still find it in himself to be shocked at the evils of the world. Wade's not entirely sure that's a good thing.
He shakes his head at Fenris's question.]
Not at me, no. I've had so many people come after me for some slight or another that I'm pretty much inured to it at this point. But this was different. He didn't just want to kill me, he wanted to kill everyone. Destroyed a ton of worlds before he even got to mine, even worlds that existed for way longer than mine did. Would've eventually come after your world too, if we hadn't stopped him.
He... I guess he thought it was the only way we could be free. All of us. Some kinda, I dunno-- multiverse-wide murder-suicide pact, or something.
You get what I'm saying? If this was out of any sort of revenge, it was for being born.
[ It should sound ridiculous to anyone else that one person could attract such attention wherever they went, but not to Fenris. He's seen it firsthand, how Hawke managed to upset someone or another by simply existing. Surviving. He wonders if that's how it is for Wade as well. Then it occurs to him that he doesn't know much about him, does he?
And yet, he understood.
He offers a solemn nod of his head, gaze shifting to a spot on the floor. ]
I get it. All too well. [ He doesn't have a problem admitting that. ] He was a monster. But monsters are created.
[ Literally and figuratively. ]
There is nothing that I could say that wouldn't sound hollow. For what it's worth, I am sorry.
[Wade shrugs, a furtive jerk of one shoulder.] Eh, I'm a monster too. Only difference is I'm able to hide it under a veneer of wacky shenanigans and scatological humor. Mostly, anyway.
[He sighs, busying himself with digging around in his ice cream.] That's the worst part about it, I think. That I got him. I understood where he was comin' from. Guy might've been a genocidal psychopath, but... at his basic elements he was me, y'know? Me taken to a huge extreme, maybe, but me nonetheless. Wanting the pain to end. Living too long. Being just so fucking exhausted with all the bullshit and the suffering that life throws at you every day. Not all that surprising that I'd feel... I dunno. A sense of kinship with a guy like that, I guess.
...Until he started goin' after the people I cared about.
[The pointed look Wade now gives to Fenris should speak volumes of what he's too insecure to say aloud.]
[ Fenris isn't sure why, but when Wade gives him that pointed stare his ears flatten against his head and he feels the need to momentarily avert his gaze. He clears his throat as subtly as he can manage before he returns his gaze to Wade. ]
I've seen monsters. Both of man and demon. And you are neither.
[ It's spoken more in a factual tone than anything, but it's a point that he stresses.]
The only thing that separates man from monster are the choices we make.
[Wade feels his face grow warm. When the elf finally sees fit to look back at him it's Wade who turns away this time, his hand reaching up to briefly squeeze the back of his neck, though it's hard to tell whether his embarrassment is from saying too much or from Fenris's intense words of endorsement.]
Yeah, well... just be glad you met me now and not when I was still in my Classic days. Did a lot of shit I'm not proud of. I was honestly pretty close to Mr. Nihilist, back then. Not nearly as indiscriminately rampagey, of course, but still close enough to be embarrassing.
[There's a pause. His face tightens, as if he's debating whether or not to say any more.]
Uh. Speaking of which, I meant to ask you about the day I... that day, I mean.
[ There's a lot Fenris could say to that. How he feels the same way, or how that version of him Wade watched die would tear his throat out in an instant with zero regrets, how he has stood by and watched innocents die if he didn't kill them himself. How that version still lives somewhere deep down, repressing everything he's done in the past.
Alas, Fenris doesn't have enough time to muster up the things to say before Wade shifts the conversation back to that day. As hesitant as he is to talk about what happened he wouldn't deny Wade the chance to do so.]
[Part of him expected Fenris to shoot him down. Part of him wanted Fenris to shoot him down-- once he'd said those words he couldn't find a way to take them back. For a moment he's so frozen with indecision that he forgets himself-- makes the motion of pulling up a mask that isn't there to take his first bite of the ice cream he's been neglecting for so long. It's softened considerably by this point, but a hefty mouthful of the cold stuff serves as a welcome stalling tactic, if only briefly.
It's over too soon. Reluctantly he swallows his mouthful, very pointedly not meeting Fenris's eyes.]
I, uh... I wasn't sure whether to bring this up to you because I didn't know if I was remembering it right. Your brain gets kinda loopy with that amount of blood loss, y'know? Plus I'm pretty sure I had a concussion by that point and that really doesn't help with clarity, havin' your brain rattle around in your skull like that an' all. Plus my healing factor ain't what it used to be and there was like a ninety-nine percent chance I was going into shock--
[For fuck's sake, Wade-- cut the foreplay and just ask.}
A-anyway, point is I was fadin' fast. Game over, roll credits, whatever you wanna call it. Could almost see my girl on the other side, waiting for me. And then-- and this might be completely off-base here so correct me if I'm wrong, but... I think I might've heard you, uh. Order me not to die? And then... I didn't?
[His face feels hot again. He shoves another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to counteract it, and also to stop himself from saying anything else stupid.]
[ Normally, Fenris would cut Wade off mid ramble and tell him to get on with it already, but this time he lets him ramble. Probably because he doesn't want to address the situation any further, and while he's hoping Wade will just happen to be talking about something else, he's pretty sure he knows that's not true.
Fenris doesn't turn away from Wade, but his gaze flickers elsewhere as his ears twitch in embarrassment, wincing as he hears Wade recall his hysterics. He's not sure what came over him. He just remembers the intense pang in his chest when Wade got wounded trying to save him, the guilt, the...loss? The fear of loss. Fenris has watched too many friends die, too many come and go, too many betray him. It's tough to find those who would stick around no matter what. It's tough to find those who would ask if you were hurt while they lay on the floor hanging on by a thread. ]
Yes, well, it was indeed strange. Perhaps you weren't as mortally wounded as we thought.
[That ear twitching again, so subtle it could be easily missed by someone who didn't know Fenris well enough. Wade can't exactly say that he knows all of the ins and outs of Fenris's personality, but he's always been pretty good at reading people, and he's been around Fenris long enough to recognize that that reaction only really comes about when Fenris is uncomfortable... or embarrassed. He meets the elf's gaze, brown eyes staring into hazel.]
No, dude. I know what mortally wounded feels like. There's like this... cold numbness that creeps over you. You start losing feeling in your limbs, your brain gets sluggish and sleepy, almost like you're dozing off. S'been a long time since I last felt it, but that ain't exactly something you forget. Even if I wasn't on my way out, my healing factor wasn't strong enough to heal the kind of wounds that fucker gave to me.
At least... not until I heard your voice. It felt like all those years ago, when my healing factor first kicked in. Almost like-- I-I dunno how to describe it. Like... your words gave me strength, or something.
[His face flushes red to the tips of his ears.] Th-That probably sounds really cliche and dumb, I know. I just... can't think of any other way to put it.
[ Fenris has never been good at hiding what he's feeling. His markings are only partially a contributor to that failure. His ears were another story. Even for as pigheaded and cantankerous as Shirallas can be the man's ears barely ever moved an inch if he were upset or embarrassed. But Fenris doesn't possess that skill. So when Wade explains how his voice "gave him strength" when he was on his death bed Fenris' ears are burning red and permanently flattened against his head.
Before he can get a word out he finds himself choking on them, avoiding Wade's gaze immediately.]
Do you hear yourself? Such a thing wouldn't be possible.
[He's already said too much, and saying anything more would only cause them both more embarrassment. The atmosphere of the room has simply changed too much; some aspect of their relationship has grown almost uncomfortably intimate. It would be best to just let things lie, not to pursue this train of conversation any further.
But Wade's never been one for doing the sensible thing. He utters a nervous, embarrassed chuckle, his eyes riveted to his softening container of ice cream.]
Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just imagining things. All I know is that before that day, my healing factor could barely close up a papercut. Now it's gotten stronger, and I don't have any explanation for that other than... what you said. What I felt. The only thing I have to compare it to was when Worm--
[He cuts himself off and shakes his head, letting out another one of those self-conscious huffs of laughter.]
Nah, just ignore me. Clearly I'm talking out of my ass.
[ Fenris finds himself staring intensely at the other end of the room. He's relieved when Wade gives him an out in this conversation, and he almost takes him up on it. "Clearly", he could say and be done with it. But instead, he gets to thinking. Unfortunately, he does that far too often.
He sighs. ]
The powers we get from that horrible shard inside of us...could that have something to do with it?
[The way Fenris looks away feels like a withdrawal. Not that Wade expected anything else-- the elf always got a little cagey when talking about serious subjects like these, he's noticed. It comes as a complete surprise to him when Fenris not only doesn't change the subject, but asks him a very valid question.
Wade blinks, his brows furrowing in thought.]
God, I'd almost forgotten about that fucking thing. But... maybe that was it? Maybe something in my healing factor was, I dunno-- triggered by your thoughts or something?
[It suddenly occurs to him that he sounds very presumptuous about what Fenris was possibly thinking, and he frantically attempts to backpedal.]
Uh... a-assuming you were thinking something like that, I mean. Like I said, I was pretty woozy from the blood loss.
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What delicious irony. Fenris had been through hell, had been through one of the worst scenarios Wade could imagine, and he's asking Wade if he's all right? It's almost more than he can bear.
After a few excruciating minutes, Wade's laughter finally tapers off into scattered chuckles before stopping completely. He sighs, righting himself and wiping his eyes before regarding Fenris with an apologetic smile.]
Sorry. Wasn't laughin' at you, honest. It's just... fuck.
[He shakes his head, that smile turning into something rueful and sardonic.]
All I can say is... I take back everything I may have said about you bein' cranky and broody. 'Cause you're doin' fucking fantastic, all things considered.
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When Wade finally stops and apologizes, he doesn't need to say much to convince Fenris.
He doesn't quite know how to react to what he's being told. Again. His ears slope back a bit, brows creasing further as his mouth opens and closes for lack of any real response.
No one has ever told him he was handling things well. And he never quite thought he was either. Maybe now, finally settling on just the right amount of anger and resentment to focus on while continuing on with his life. But even still, no one has ever expressed this about the way he handled his trauma. ]
I...[ He clears his throat. ] It has been quite some time since I've spoken about this at length. Not since...Hawke.
Thank you.
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He thinks about how he'd watched Fenris die, watched him plead for the man who enslaved him like a lost and frightened child as his blood pooled in the streets and the life faded from his eyes.
Wade's mouth quirks in an awkward attempt at a disarming smile, and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug he hopes passes as nonchalant.]
Don't really know what I need to be thanked for. I'm just glad you're still here. A-away from whatsisface, I mean.
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Considering I never properly thanked you for...rescuing me...I would say it is owed to you.
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It's been quite some time since I've spoken about this at length. Not since... Hawke.
The enormity of that statement makes it difficult to think clearly. How long had Fenris carried this inside of him, without anyone knowing? How many people had simply assumed he was one of those dark and broody edgelord types without really understanding what he had been through?
Wade forces out a chuckle, less out of genuine mirth and more out of a complete lack of knowledge of how else to react.]
I mean... figured I owe you for the Skee-Ball game, so that puts us about even. Besides, I wasn't about to watch you die a second time.
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But instead of Wade watching Fenris die again, Fenris almost watched Wade die instead. His lips curl down into a frown at the thought, brows furrowed and gaze sharp. He pushes himself off the desk and lowers himself onto the other side of the mattress, crossing his legs.
He doesn't speak straight away. ]
I would prefer not to watch you die either.
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He finds himself unable to meet Fenris's eyes again.]
Yeah, I... um. [An awkward clearing of his throat.] I've been meaning to talk to you about that, actually. That day, I mean. The day I almost... y'know. Died.
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[ Fenris admits easily, glancing over at Wade, immediately noticing how he's avoiding eye contact again. He doesn't say anything more, for now, first waiting to see what Wade wanted to say first before he questions him. Because he has questions, much like Wade had for Fenris.
There's one thing he is particularly avoiding discussing, naturally. ]
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[An awkward huff of laughter. The atmosphere seems to have changed once again, and Wade finds himself wishing for that earlier levity, of some opportunity to crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment so that he could once again be in control of the conversation.]
You can ask me your questions first, if you want. Since you pretty much did all the talking so far.
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What made him that way?
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A whole lot, really. Spite. Loneliness. Desperation. The exhaustion brought on by living too long. Basically take all the issues I have, dial 'em up to eleven, toss in a nonexistent moral compass... mix and serve scalding.
He-- the real other me, I mean-- killed pretty much everyone in his own universe. I'm talkin' men, women, children... even started takin' out people from other universes, too. Including other versions of me-- the ones he didn't recruit, anyway. Some of 'em were even my teammates, which made it even more personal.
[He scowls.] Hit the hardest when they killed the dog. I liked that dog.
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What strikes Fenris is the fact that he hadn’t had to deal with this alternative self. He lived in another reality and only recently merged with his own, and he was fortunate enough not to encounter him. Meanwhile, Wade has apparently dealt with his morally defunct counterpart before now. It takes a lot to shock Fenris — or at the very least, shock him enough that it’s visible on his face and heard in his tone, yet here he is. ]
He was so filled with spite and rage that he traversed worlds to get to you?
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Apparently even a magically-tortured former slave could still find it in himself to be shocked at the evils of the world. Wade's not entirely sure that's a good thing.
He shakes his head at Fenris's question.]
Not at me, no. I've had so many people come after me for some slight or another that I'm pretty much inured to it at this point. But this was different. He didn't just want to kill me, he wanted to kill everyone. Destroyed a ton of worlds before he even got to mine, even worlds that existed for way longer than mine did. Would've eventually come after your world too, if we hadn't stopped him.
He... I guess he thought it was the only way we could be free. All of us. Some kinda, I dunno-- multiverse-wide murder-suicide pact, or something.
You get what I'm saying? If this was out of any sort of revenge, it was for being born.
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And yet, he understood.
He offers a solemn nod of his head, gaze shifting to a spot on the floor. ]
I get it. All too well. [ He doesn't have a problem admitting that. ] He was a monster. But monsters are created.
[ Literally and figuratively. ]
There is nothing that I could say that wouldn't sound hollow. For what it's worth, I am sorry.
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[He sighs, busying himself with digging around in his ice cream.] That's the worst part about it, I think. That I got him. I understood where he was comin' from. Guy might've been a genocidal psychopath, but... at his basic elements he was me, y'know? Me taken to a huge extreme, maybe, but me nonetheless. Wanting the pain to end. Living too long. Being just so fucking exhausted with all the bullshit and the suffering that life throws at you every day. Not all that surprising that I'd feel... I dunno. A sense of kinship with a guy like that, I guess.
...Until he started goin' after the people I cared about.
[The pointed look Wade now gives to Fenris should speak volumes of what he's too insecure to say aloud.]
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I've seen monsters. Both of man and demon. And you are neither.
[ It's spoken more in a factual tone than anything, but it's a point that he stresses.]
The only thing that separates man from monster are the choices we make.
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Yeah, well... just be glad you met me now and not when I was still in my Classic days. Did a lot of shit I'm not proud of. I was honestly pretty close to Mr. Nihilist, back then. Not nearly as indiscriminately rampagey, of course, but still close enough to be embarrassing.
[There's a pause. His face tightens, as if he's debating whether or not to say any more.]
Uh. Speaking of which, I meant to ask you about the day I... that day, I mean.
[The day I almost died, he manages not to say.]
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Alas, Fenris doesn't have enough time to muster up the things to say before Wade shifts the conversation back to that day. As hesitant as he is to talk about what happened he wouldn't deny Wade the chance to do so.]
Ah. What did you wish to ask?
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It's over too soon. Reluctantly he swallows his mouthful, very pointedly not meeting Fenris's eyes.]
I, uh... I wasn't sure whether to bring this up to you because I didn't know if I was remembering it right. Your brain gets kinda loopy with that amount of blood loss, y'know? Plus I'm pretty sure I had a concussion by that point and that really doesn't help with clarity, havin' your brain rattle around in your skull like that an' all. Plus my healing factor ain't what it used to be and there was like a ninety-nine percent chance I was going into shock--
[For fuck's sake, Wade-- cut the foreplay and just ask.}
A-anyway, point is I was fadin' fast. Game over, roll credits, whatever you wanna call it. Could almost see my girl on the other side, waiting for me. And then-- and this might be completely off-base here so correct me if I'm wrong, but... I think I might've heard you, uh. Order me not to die? And then... I didn't?
[His face feels hot again. He shoves another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to counteract it, and also to stop himself from saying anything else stupid.]
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Fenris doesn't turn away from Wade, but his gaze flickers elsewhere as his ears twitch in embarrassment, wincing as he hears Wade recall his hysterics. He's not sure what came over him. He just remembers the intense pang in his chest when Wade got wounded trying to save him, the guilt, the...loss? The fear of loss. Fenris has watched too many friends die, too many come and go, too many betray him. It's tough to find those who would stick around no matter what. It's tough to find those who would ask if you were hurt while they lay on the floor hanging on by a thread. ]
Yes, well, it was indeed strange. Perhaps you weren't as mortally wounded as we thought.
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No, dude. I know what mortally wounded feels like. There's like this... cold numbness that creeps over you. You start losing feeling in your limbs, your brain gets sluggish and sleepy, almost like you're dozing off. S'been a long time since I last felt it, but that ain't exactly something you forget. Even if I wasn't on my way out, my healing factor wasn't strong enough to heal the kind of wounds that fucker gave to me.
At least... not until I heard your voice. It felt like all those years ago, when my healing factor first kicked in. Almost like-- I-I dunno how to describe it. Like... your words gave me strength, or something.
[His face flushes red to the tips of his ears.] Th-That probably sounds really cliche and dumb, I know. I just... can't think of any other way to put it.
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Before he can get a word out he finds himself choking on them, avoiding Wade's gaze immediately.]
Do you hear yourself? Such a thing wouldn't be possible.
[ Right??? ]
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But Wade's never been one for doing the sensible thing. He utters a nervous, embarrassed chuckle, his eyes riveted to his softening container of ice cream.]
Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just imagining things. All I know is that before that day, my healing factor could barely close up a papercut. Now it's gotten stronger, and I don't have any explanation for that other than... what you said. What I felt. The only thing I have to compare it to was when Worm--
[He cuts himself off and shakes his head, letting out another one of those self-conscious huffs of laughter.]
Nah, just ignore me. Clearly I'm talking out of my ass.
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He sighs. ]
The powers we get from that horrible shard inside of us...could that have something to do with it?
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Wade blinks, his brows furrowing in thought.]
God, I'd almost forgotten about that fucking thing. But... maybe that was it? Maybe something in my healing factor was, I dunno-- triggered by your thoughts or something?
[It suddenly occurs to him that he sounds very presumptuous about what Fenris was possibly thinking, and he frantically attempts to backpedal.]
Uh... a-assuming you were thinking something like that, I mean. Like I said, I was pretty woozy from the blood loss.
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