You, Kit, and his brother Ryouta have all piled onto Kit's couch. You're all wearing pyjamas, you're all holding a mug of freshly brewed tea, and you're all exhausted.
"So," you say, calmly, like you're not a tightly wound bundle of rage and relief and trauma, or about to ask a question like — "Hands up if I can eat your parents?"
Ryou's hand shoots up.
Kit's a little more hesitant. You can tell because he puts his head in his hands and says, "Hnnnghhh."
You take a long sip of tea, staring across at the flames flickering in the fireplace.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn," says Kit, very eloquently.
"You make a compelling argument," says Ryou, "But have you considered: fuck 'em, they deserve it?"
You're inclined to agree. Heartily. You'd be doing a public service. (And also a crime. And also a PR nightmare. And also they are Kit and Ryou's parents. Thinking it through instead of reacting on gut instinct was (unfortunately) a Good Decision and you are proud of yourself.)
"... I don't know." Kit looks sidelong at his brother, lifting a hand to forestall a protest; Ryou frowns but keeps his mouth shut. "I want to say yes. They should pay for what they've done. But killing them feels … I don't know."
"If it helps," you put in, "I'd be the one doing the killing."
"It doesn't, actually." He hunches forward, elbows resting on his knees, and frowns into his mug. There's another long 'hnnnnngh' before he adds, "I'm not opposed to them being dead. It's the part where I'd be giving you approval to murder them that doesn't sit right."
You incline your head. "Right. Well. I'll respect that." For Kit's sake. For Kit's sake, you guess you can hold back. He smiles faintly at you. Both of you ignore Ryou's groan of disappointment.
Time ticks away in silence — well, sort of silence. Your hearing is very good, and Kit's 'I am thinking too hard and it is giving me a headache and possibly also indigestion' grumbling is very loud.
Finally, he breaks the silence. "What about imprisonment?"
Ryou barks a laugh, "Yes! Imprisoned in a dragon's stomach, glad we agree—"
The memory ends with Kit shoving his brother unceremoniously off the couch, tea and all.
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You, Kit, and his brother Ryouta have all piled onto Kit's couch. You're all wearing pyjamas, you're all holding a mug of freshly brewed tea, and you're all exhausted.
"So," you say, calmly, like you're not a tightly wound bundle of rage and relief and trauma, or about to ask a question like — "Hands up if I can eat your parents?"
Ryou's hand shoots up.
Kit's a little more hesitant. You can tell because he puts his head in his hands and says, "Hnnnghhh."
You take a long sip of tea, staring across at the flames flickering in the fireplace.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn," says Kit, very eloquently.
"You make a compelling argument," says Ryou, "But have you considered: fuck 'em, they deserve it?"
You're inclined to agree. Heartily. You'd be doing a public service. (And also a crime. And also a PR nightmare. And also they are Kit and Ryou's parents. Thinking it through instead of reacting on gut instinct was (unfortunately) a Good Decision and you are proud of yourself.)
"... I don't know." Kit looks sidelong at his brother, lifting a hand to forestall a protest; Ryou frowns but keeps his mouth shut. "I want to say yes. They should pay for what they've done. But killing them feels … I don't know."
"If it helps," you put in, "I'd be the one doing the killing."
"It doesn't, actually." He hunches forward, elbows resting on his knees, and frowns into his mug. There's another long 'hnnnnngh' before he adds, "I'm not opposed to them being dead. It's the part where I'd be giving you approval to murder them that doesn't sit right."
You incline your head. "Right. Well. I'll respect that." For Kit's sake. For Kit's sake, you guess you can hold back. He smiles faintly at you. Both of you ignore Ryou's groan of disappointment.
Time ticks away in silence — well, sort of silence. Your hearing is very good, and Kit's 'I am thinking too hard and it is giving me a headache and possibly also indigestion' grumbling is very loud.
Finally, he breaks the silence. "What about imprisonment?"
Ryou barks a laugh, "Yes! Imprisoned in a dragon's stomach, glad we agree—"
The memory ends with Kit shoving his brother unceremoniously off the couch, tea and all.