Title: Weak and Powerless Characters: Dai, Belldandy Location: Bell's office Rating: PG-13 for lanaguage Summary: After five days, of course his therapist wants to see him Day/Time: 63, around lunch
Belldandy was standing by her desk when Dai walked in. She gave him a smile and held up a letter. "You'll get this at the end of the session. Please, have a seat." She said, gesturing to the couch area. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"I doubt you have anything alcoholic, so no thanks." Dai sprawled out on the couch and pushed some of his hair out of his face. It felt nice to be out, but all he wanted was to find out how Jaehee was holding up without him around to keep him safe.
"Actually, I do. Hm...how old are you? You might not be underage." Belldandy said, looking thoughtful. Perhaps being a bit more relaxed about those things might make him relax more in general.
Belldandy looked thoughtful. "...I'm not sure about Korea, but Russia, it is. One drink." She said, walking over to a mini-fridge, pulling out two cans of beer, walking over and holding one out to him and sitting down. She kept one for herself. It was more relaxed to share the same drink. And she had a high tolerance to keep her wits about her. She started the tape recorder. "So, can you tell me what happened with Mao?"
Dai actually smiled as he took the beer. He opened it and took a long drink. It would take more than this to get him even tipsy. "Mao said he would give me a knife. When I went to get it from him, he never said what I'd have to do, I'd have to guess. And he kept fucking teasing me about it. Wouldn't sht up about him having it and me not being able to do what he wanted for payment. So I went after him."
Belldandy opened her can, taking a sip, looking thoughtful. "Well, I think Mao...may not be on the staff much longer. And this just adds to the reasons I believe he might not quite be mentally stable." She said. "But why did you think you needed the knife for protection?" He had already said that was his reason for it.
"It's always better to have a weapon and not need it than to need it and not have one around." His hands and feet were good weapons as well, but a knife was something people were more instantly afraid of.
"Tch, of course. I'm trying to play nice now, hope my father grows bored of hearing how I'm doing here and decides he can't lie to the rest of his colleagues about where I am any longer."
Maybe a note from his brother had been stuck in that letter. Just maybe.
"If I feel like I'm in danger of being seriously hurt, or someone close to me is." That was the correct answer, of course. He figured it was what she wanted to hear. But saying it made one of his scars ache.
Dai slid his fingers under his shirt and rubbed it. Funny how that one memory would always be painful.
"Mao's not worth stabbing," he spat out, still touching that scar. "He's not worth anything now as far as I'm concerned." Dai's feelings towards him would lead to ignoring him, rather than trying to hurt him again.
He thought for a moment. "At the time, no. He wasn't worth more than what I did to him." Dai moved his hand away from the scar and had another drink of beer. This conversation seemed to have no point.
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Maybe a note from his brother had been stuck in that letter. Just maybe.
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Dai slid his fingers under his shirt and rubbed it. Funny how that one memory would always be painful.
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