Taken back by surprise, my traveller returned

[sightlessgod]

WHO: God Eye Sister Latea Galatea [sightlessgod] and Robin Tim Drake Stevie Kent [bratwonder].
WHAT: They totes have some serious talking to do. :[
WHERE: Mendelssohn Orphanage
WHEN: Today, a very rainy and gloomy afternoon

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[sightlessgod]

She considered ruffling his hair for a moment, decided against it, and nodded. "I don't particularly understand the specifics of it, but yes." Her blind gaze tilted up to the ceiling and leaned back in her chair. Now came the worst part of the story.

"I did. But "quitting" is tantamount to desertion, and I would be hunted down and killed by my peers for my transgression. As you can no doubt imagine, this particular concept didn't appeal much to me...nor did the idea of staying within the Organization and being slaughtered in some "botched mission." Galatea shook her head. "So I had to go into hiding. I would have been able to hide in a human village for a time, but I would hardly be welcome in such a place, and eventually I would be caught. I had ways of keeping my...unique features hidden," she gestured to her eyes again, "but only temporarily. And so...I gave myself this injury, and deliberately did not heal it."

She cleared her throat, and continued, "And finally, I hid in the very last place anyone would think to look for a silver-eyed witch: the holy city of Rabona, where we are forbidden to step foot in." She reached under her shirt and pulled out a necklace from which a cross dangled, glittering in the light. And her grin was back, but it wasn't her usual smile--she looked a little sheepish, perhaps.

"After all, no one would ever think of suspecting a nun, and a blind one at that."

[bratwonder]

There was a good long silence.

Finally, Tim turned slightly and delivered a swift punch to her knee.

[sightlessgod]

The punch would have been easy to dodge if she had any inkling he was about to do so, but she had certainly not been expecting it and so the blow hit home.

"You hit me." She said this in a baffled tone of voice. And then again, as if she needed to confirm the information. "You hit me." She frowned down at him.

"What in the world has gotten into you?"

[bratwonder]

He scowled right back up at her. "You took out your own eyes!?" he demanded, completing the circle of confirming the obvious. Waving his hands was probably a wasted gesture, but he did it anyway. "Your own--" He huffed a sigh. "Geez, 'Téa."

This time it was his arm, thunking down on her knee so he could rest his chin. "All I wanted to know was, who to pay back for all this." Or at least get a good start. Justice. Vengeance. Something he could do. Anything except feeling useless yet again.

"... Can't you heal it now?" he finally asked, with little hope.

[sightlessgod]

"I did." Her voice was very soft, and a little resigned. "It was the best thing I could think of, and it worked." For a time, anyway, but there was no need to tell that story.

She smiled, and finally she did reach down to ruffle his hair. "Your concern for me is appreciated, but I'm afraid there is no one to blame for this. It's not bad. I don't need..." and she paused for a moment, backtracked. "I'm not bothered by it."

She shook her head at his question. "Over time...as the wound heals over, it becomes more difficult to recall the memory of how the wound itself can be healed. But I'm not unhappy." She said something similar to what she'd told Phantom Miria and her group not too long ago.

"Some things are more important than light."

[bratwonder]

"Yeahh, maybe." he grouched, trying not to let himself be mollified by the gesture. He'd figured as much- otherwise she would've done it when she got here, well away from The Man and whatever enforcers would come after her in her world.

The thought just worsened his mood, so he shoved it away. "So what, you're a den mom now?" he asked abruptly, changing the subject. Seemed like a lot of women in his life ended up in that profession.

baww so late ;;

[sightlessgod]

Galatea sighed. She hadn't expected him to take the news well, but his obvious displeasure was a bit disconcerting. "You could say that, I suppose."

There was a pause, and she rolled her shoulders back. "I see nothing wrong with giving someone a mother, when they are without one. It is a luxury I may have wanted for myself, a long time ago."

She glanced toward the window, her expression unreadable. "If I were called to fight here again, I would do so without protest. But I could not have served the Organization. Not any longer."

aw honey <3

[bratwonder]

He nodded against her knee. "Makes sense." But he didn't say which part.

"You keepin' in practice?" he asked, not idly. Training was rough, but maybe when he was better they could pretend he was good enough to spar with her. Or something.

[sightlessgod]

She put a hand on his head and nodded, pleased that some of the hostility had left his tone. That was good.

There was a smile--close to a smirk, but not quite. "Of course. I can't allow myself to get lazy, after all." She would be training more if Miria was around, and perhaps spend less time eating cake and telling stories to children, but Miria wasn't, there were no monster attacks she knew of, and so she was happy to relax.

[bratwonder]

Tim snorted. "Tell me about it." He tilted his head, a brief nod to her, and then moved to get up. "And speakin' of which.."

Standing was a minor production. He braced his hands against the chair, set his feet, and pulled balance together like a rickety teepee. "I really oughta get back." he announced, once he was more or less vertical. He'd sunk enough time into staying still already.