[what. WHAT. it's fine! Blue is just as keen to stay here and let him take his time while he can just wander around his little room here as anything; he's getting comfortable with this weird ambiance they share. Itachi's a very placid person, so it's not like he has to be extra alert or expend energy to keep up with a busy mind like others.]
You mentioned festivals where you're from... What are they like?
（ it has been so many years since he troubled himself about most of them that it takes him a moment. even when he was a child, he was not one for celebration. his life was study, and training, and work. he had many things to live up to, and very little to live for. ）
We celebrate harvest. The lives of our ancestors. Dates that mark the end of conflict, or the birth or death of notable figures in our country's history. Our festivals tend to involve shared food, lanterns or other such illumination, plays and occasionally fireworks — though there is a moratorium on such things in war time.
[he must not be too far gone if he can say "we," but that's neither here nor there, and far from where Blue's understanding is. Blue stops pacing, closing his eyes as he tries to imagine what such things look like.
when's the last time he saw fireworks from afar...?]
I wonder...if we'll see a planet with such things...
[Blue leans against a wall, folding his arms as he thinks about it. how long has it been since he considered any of the things he wished to have from human society there? it's been a long slog of struggle just trying to be separate from them; so much of those wishes came from the children, more pent-up and impatient than even he.]
Celebrations...unifying goals...I think those are still arranged. I can't say I've witnessed one for many decades personally.
[Blue pushes away from the wall, nodding and giving a soft sound of agreement, leading the way out of the room before settling into an easy pace at Itachi's side.]
Aa...I can feel it from even this far away... [his mouth curves.] People's delight.
It's...perhaps, akin to how a body is affected by temperature. Warmth or cold... Or hearing music...different kinds of music.
[he hesitates, breathing out a soft, amused sound.]
Though...that is more apt a comparison when someone like...Peter or...or Newt are near. [walking jukeboxes, those two. though even mentioning Newt makes Blue's expression falter a bit; he's quietly fearful of going near him again, fear of inadvertently hurting him.]
Having now met them both, I am unsurprised to hear that.
（ it's odd, the fact that he describes such a horrific, intrusive thing in a way that makes it sound almost pleasant. of course, anything that is both natural and familiar to someone can be oppressive to another.
he is silent a time. then: ）
What is it like being near me?
（ cold, he expects. he wonders how cleanly the cruelty comes through. ）
（ you know what, he'll take it. at least it wasn't a treatise on grief and helpless anger and sorrow so deep it feels like the veins of ore beneath a mountain. ）
[that'd take a whole lot more touching and willful effort to parse, buddy. diving into hearts is exactly that: a dive.
other Mu...his expression softens.]
Warm...familiar. Sense of refuge and understanding. Always looking up...up to me. Their Soldier.
The colors of their psionics may differ from one to another, but...we all share that same capacity to perceive the deeper bonds of feeling that connect us.
It's...hard to explain perfectly in words. I wish everyone could understand. It's comforting, even when the weight of their lives rests upon me. That just makes them...all the more precious.
（ well that's a lot of sentimental schlock, whew, thank indra he's an emotionally closed off stoic with exactly zero interest in emotionally perceiving others!! ）
Are you the only one among them that's lived to see three hundred?
[Itachi pivots to things with such assumed ease...it makes it hard to not want to press against that wall, if only to feel the reverberations of what's working behind it.]
The other survivors of the Ganymede disaster...they've been there with me since then. They counted the years with me, even though...none of us know how old we truly are. Those memories are gone, despite our efforts to seek them.
（ then how do you know you were born and not made? that, perhaps, is change, though perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is a matter of returning to an attitude towards others he left behind. he would have said it two weeks ago.
[the kitchen draws near, and with it, those still lingering in the mess, picking at the feast. it's like walking through a gentle haze that shifts the atmosphere for his extra sense - one that heightens his ability to capture flecks of laughter or the candle-bright sparks of delight.]
（ that word catches at the edge of his consciousness and hangs there, sharp and bright like a star. purpose, duty, the totality of accepting one's own death in pursuit of those things — they have more in common than he would ever wish to admit to.
he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）
[he supposes he knows...kind of. there's a little resonance between them, after all. it's not entirely in synch; that'd be like asking the rings of two different trees to perfectly match - it just doesn't happen. that's alright.
Blue nods.]
A few. For a little while. But I won't be staying for very long, I think.
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（ he will be sociable as long as it's asked of him, and then he will return to deeply preferable solitude. ）
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Then, when you've finished the drink, we can return it to the kitchen and see to what happenings are afoot.
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（ it isn't as if he brought a large cup — he knows better, when introducing someone to something experimental.
so
he's just going to sit there casually drinking it at an unhurried pace in silence???
until
he's done.
good job blue. ）
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You mentioned festivals where you're from... What are they like?
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We celebrate harvest. The lives of our ancestors. Dates that mark the end of conflict, or the birth or death of notable figures in our country's history. Our festivals tend to involve shared food, lanterns or other such illumination, plays and occasionally fireworks — though there is a moratorium on such things in war time.
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when's the last time he saw fireworks from afar...?]
I wonder...if we'll see a planet with such things...
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( after all, despite years of estrangement — he's a man of konoha before he considers any other possible label. )
Humans in your time, does the machine not allow them to engage in such things?
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Celebrations...unifying goals...I think those are still arranged. I can't say I've witnessed one for many decades personally.
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one of these times, his curiosity is going to get the better of him. now, instead, he tosses off the last of the eggnog and stands. ）
Come. Let us go to the kitchens.
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Aa...I can feel it from even this far away... [his mouth curves.] People's delight.
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Does it affect you so deeply?
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It's...perhaps, akin to how a body is affected by temperature. Warmth or cold... Or hearing music...different kinds of music.
[he hesitates, breathing out a soft, amused sound.]
Though...that is more apt a comparison when someone like...Peter or...or Newt are near. [walking jukeboxes, those two. though even mentioning Newt makes Blue's expression falter a bit; he's quietly fearful of going near him again, fear of inadvertently hurting him.]
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Having now met them both, I am unsurprised to hear that.
（ it's odd, the fact that he describes such a horrific, intrusive thing in a way that makes it sound almost pleasant. of course, anything that is both natural and familiar to someone can be oppressive to another.
he is silent a time. then: ）
What is it like being near me?
（ cold, he expects. he wonders how cleanly the cruelty comes through. ）
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Like that lake. [the one in that dream.] One with a placid surface...dark, hard to see beneath.
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How do other Mu seem to you?
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other Mu...his expression softens.]
Warm...familiar. Sense of refuge and understanding. Always looking up...up to me. Their Soldier.
The colors of their psionics may differ from one to another, but...we all share that same capacity to perceive the deeper bonds of feeling that connect us.
It's...hard to explain perfectly in words. I wish everyone could understand. It's comforting, even when the weight of their lives rests upon me. That just makes them...all the more precious.
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Are you the only one among them that's lived to see three hundred?
（ ah, there it goes... the Question. ）
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[Itachi pivots to things with such assumed ease...it makes it hard to not want to press against that wall, if only to feel the reverberations of what's working behind it.]
The other survivors of the Ganymede disaster...they've been there with me since then. They counted the years with me, even though...none of us know how old we truly are. Those memories are gone, despite our efforts to seek them.
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instead: ）
You must care for them very deeply.
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[the kitchen draws near, and with it, those still lingering in the mess, picking at the feast. it's like walking through a gentle haze that shifts the atmosphere for his extra sense - one that heightens his ability to capture flecks of laughter or the candle-bright sparks of delight.]
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he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）
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Blue nods.]
A few. For a little while. But I won't be staying for very long, I think.
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If you require assistance back to your room, contact me.
（ otherwise, he's outtie. ）