When the Dreamberry started broadcasting two voices that were talking to each other, it didn't take long listening to figure out that it was probably a dream. Lloyd never questioned why the Dreamberry did that. It just... did sometimes. He didn't usually listen. They weren't talking to him, after all.
But he'd been stuck in bed for days, only allowed to move briefly with the use of crutches, and he was bored to death. It was either listen or do homework, and he was sick of doing that.
He waited for a minute to make sure the dream had ended, then, on a whim, called back. He didn't know if he'd get the boy or the girl - whose dream was it? - but he didn't care. "I don't get it. What do people think women can't do?"
The responding voice sounded like the boy, but slightly older and more... cynical? Damaged? Either way, it didn't sound like he was as optimistic as he had been in the dream.
"They didn't think she could do anything, just because she was a woman. They thought of her as inferior, just because of the gender she was born as. And then they murdered her, when she was a better person than anyone could ever dream to be..."
Slight laughter could be heard, but it wasn't not the kind of laughter that was easy on the ears.
Lloyd blinked in response, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry. Your dream just started playing and I've been stuck by myself for a while and I just... started listening. I'm Lloyd Aurion. What's your name?"
He frowned at the explanation, but... he'd ask about that in a minute.
"Mithos..." Lloyd echoed the name. Oh yeah. That's right. That was what the girl had called the boy in the dream. So it was the same boy.
Settling himself more comfortably on the pillows propping him up in bed, he turned his attention back to the topic. "That doesn't sound right. I know lots of girls who are better than me at all sorts of things." Especially when it came to school. "They... murdered her? Just because of that??"
"I don't know why they killed her," Mithos admitted, "I don't even know who did it... but it's not like anyone had a real reason to hurt her! She did her best for me and anyone she met...!"
"I'm sorry..." What else could he say to that? "She sounded really nice. I wish I could have met her." It made him briefly wonder what it would have been like to have a sister.
Lloyd didn't know enough to understand the tone of that laugh, but it disturbed him to no end. Blinking in alarm, he cradled the phone closer to his ear, as though somehow that might get him closer to the boy on the other end.
"Mithos? Are you all right?"
Most people didn't laugh about the loss of family.
"Living on the streets?" That startled Lloyd enough that he sat upright. His leg twinged at the sudden movement, but he ignored it. "What do you mean? Don't you have someplace to live?"
Of all the responses Lloyd could have expected, that was the last, and it puts him completely off balance. "Because it's... It's home." He fumbled for the words. How did someone explain something that shouldn't need to be explained? "It's someplace to stay that's out of the rain, and you have a bed and food and people to take care of you. What about your parents?"
But he'd been stuck in bed for days, only allowed to move briefly with the use of crutches, and he was bored to death. It was either listen or do homework, and he was sick of doing that.
He waited for a minute to make sure the dream had ended, then, on a whim, called back. He didn't know if he'd get the boy or the girl - whose dream was it? - but he didn't care. "I don't get it. What do people think women can't do?"
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The responding voice sounded like the boy, but slightly older and more... cynical? Damaged? Either way, it didn't sound like he was as optimistic as he had been in the dream.
"They didn't think she could do anything, just because she was a woman. They thought of her as inferior, just because of the gender she was born as. And then they murdered her, when she was a better person than anyone could ever dream to be..."
Slight laughter could be heard, but it wasn't not the kind of laughter that was easy on the ears.
"...but who are you to listen in on what's mine?"
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He frowned at the explanation, but... he'd ask about that in a minute.
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"...Mithos."
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Settling himself more comfortably on the pillows propping him up in bed, he turned his attention back to the topic. "That doesn't sound right. I know lots of girls who are better than me at all sorts of things." Especially when it came to school. "They... murdered her? Just because of that??"
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He was laughing again. Once more, it was an unpleasant sound.
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"Mithos? Are you all right?"
Most people didn't laugh about the loss of family.
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It was all Mithos could manage to get out between bitter, defeated laughter.
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"...is there anything I can do?"
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He still seemed very angry, but there was more of an upset tone to his voice now.
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Mithos' voice now sounded much more distant.
"Why should I want one?"
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Another pause.
"My parents have been dead for a long time."
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