[After hearing his call, Vietnam pretty much decides that she doesn't need permission to see him, being his country and all, and he is her only babby here and hngggh Charles ;3;
So she's rushing up to his house, and finding him on the front porch, she throws her arms around him in a hug.]
[normally he would pitch a fit over it because obviously hugging = babying!! and that is just not okay with this old man. but his last day in Westport had left him shaken, and so he lets himself be hugged though he makes no move to return it or to speak.]
[that's okay because she is petting his hair and making calming sounds, and it's not because she wants to demean him or make him feel small, it's because she really was sick to her stomach with worry.]
[and he allows this too, albeit for a shorter span of time. just a few minutes and he makes a move to distance himself again, feeling uncomfortable with showing weakness so soon after the biggest moment of weakness he had ever displayed.]
...So this is the kind of place we're dealing with.
It's fine, nobody could have stopped us. England tried at one point. [he was pretty sure he'd actually managed to hit the nation with his Mighty Traffic Sign at some point in the fight, though he couldn't recall the details. everything outside of Minato was a blur.]
[She feels so guilty, and at the same time resigned and incredibly numb. She'd failed to protect so many of her people during the war, and none of it hurt any less.
With only one citizen here, though, the very least she could do was look out for him, and she could not even do that.]
[he is honestly at a loss for a moment. nobody in Westport at the time could have interfered, and the people who weren't even in the city certainly couldn't be faulted.
he reaches out a hand out, but thinks better of it and settles it back against the porch.] There's nothing that needs to be forgiven. I've been curious as to what death might be like, so this can just be counted as a fulfilled wish.
[a genuine question. he had no personal connections to the pain of human mortality - death had never applied to him before, and even here he could only experience pseudo ones.
then again, he was a hypocrite. if death didn't matter, he wouldn't feel such animosity toward the person that had 'killed' him.]
So she's rushing up to his house, and finding him on the front porch, she throws her arms around him in a hug.]
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...So this is the kind of place we're dealing with.
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Please talk to me, Charles.
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...I died, I suppose. A lot of people did.
[but unlike them, he had the added humiliation of being purple-light-from-the-sky'd to death instead of axed.]
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[Of course she saw the graves, and heard about the strange quality of death here, but... To hear someone casually say it is so unsettling.]
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I should have been there.
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It was no good.
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With only one citizen here, though, the very least she could do was look out for him, and she could not even do that.]
Forgive me.
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he reaches out a hand out, but thinks better of it and settles it back against the porch.] There's nothing that needs to be forgiven. I've been curious as to what death might be like, so this can just be counted as a fulfilled wish.
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[a genuine question. he had no personal connections to the pain of human mortality - death had never applied to him before, and even here he could only experience pseudo ones.
then again, he was a hypocrite. if death didn't matter, he wouldn't feel such animosity toward the person that had 'killed' him.]
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