Give Me A Reason To Believe That You're Gone...
Megamind usually had a fairly good grasp of time, although one might not think it from watching how long he would spend working on a project without breaking off for food or sleep. The fact was, though, he knew how long he'd been working for and what he had missed; he simply didn't care.
Now, though, all of that seemed to have vanished. Time was warping around him, he was sure, drawing itself out and extending expotentially - eternally - and he was caught right at the centre of it.
Perhaps this was to be his punishment; to keep on living for so, so long, all without Roxanne - his Roxanne, that is. There were plenty of others, plenty of Roxannes from every other reality there could be, but none of them her. That was, in some ways, worse than never seeing her again. If she was gone for good, he wouldn't be faced with her at every turn, wouldn't have to see a new arrival look upon him with happiness or anger or irritation, recognition flaring in those bright blue eyes, only for them to dull and turn to other things once the explanation was given.
He was surrounded by her and yet he would never see her again, and it was all his fault. It had been his hand that had taken her life, his decision to do it, giving in at last to her pleading for the suffering to end.
If he had just protected her...
But he hadn't and now... Now he had to suffer the consequences. Megamind had, at first, considered simply refusing to tend to his body's needs and follow Roxanne as soon as possible, but Minion had quickly cottoned onto that plan and done everything in his power to put a stop to it. If Megamind so much as skipped a meal - usually, now, out of forgetfulness rather than the intention to starve himself - then the fish would drag him out and stand over him until he had eaten what Minion considered a 'proper' meal.
At first, he had fought it, but now he simply went with it. With his mind still, as ever, full of Roxanne, there really wasn't any strength or will left in him to fight living.
Besides... He wasn't living, not really. Existing, yes, but not living.
He hadn't lived in months and wasn't living now, as he reluctantly left his--their... His room... To get some food. There was a little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of the mall and the man who ran it seemed to sense that Megamind wanted to be left alone, never pressing the friendly chatter on him that anyone else who visited the cafe enjoyed.
Now, though, all of that seemed to have vanished. Time was warping around him, he was sure, drawing itself out and extending expotentially - eternally - and he was caught right at the centre of it.
Perhaps this was to be his punishment; to keep on living for so, so long, all without Roxanne - his Roxanne, that is. There were plenty of others, plenty of Roxannes from every other reality there could be, but none of them her. That was, in some ways, worse than never seeing her again. If she was gone for good, he wouldn't be faced with her at every turn, wouldn't have to see a new arrival look upon him with happiness or anger or irritation, recognition flaring in those bright blue eyes, only for them to dull and turn to other things once the explanation was given.
He was surrounded by her and yet he would never see her again, and it was all his fault. It had been his hand that had taken her life, his decision to do it, giving in at last to her pleading for the suffering to end.
If he had just protected her...
But he hadn't and now... Now he had to suffer the consequences. Megamind had, at first, considered simply refusing to tend to his body's needs and follow Roxanne as soon as possible, but Minion had quickly cottoned onto that plan and done everything in his power to put a stop to it. If Megamind so much as skipped a meal - usually, now, out of forgetfulness rather than the intention to starve himself - then the fish would drag him out and stand over him until he had eaten what Minion considered a 'proper' meal.
At first, he had fought it, but now he simply went with it. With his mind still, as ever, full of Roxanne, there really wasn't any strength or will left in him to fight living.
Besides... He wasn't living, not really. Existing, yes, but not living.
He hadn't lived in months and wasn't living now, as he reluctantly left his--their... His room... To get some food. There was a little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of the mall and the man who ran it seemed to sense that Megamind wanted to be left alone, never pressing the friendly chatter on him that anyone else who visited the cafe enjoyed.