Thirty-ninth rebirth [Video]
[The PCD clicks on, and Yuca looks a little curious- he hasn't realized it's turned on at first, he's too busy typing away, trying to run a program or two on it, frowning slightly in concentration.]
D.
[Clicking away, muttering a little to himself.]
O. R. A. -
[There's nothing there for a moment, and his face goes completely blank. For a ( Read more... )
D.
[Clicking away, muttering a little to himself.]
O. R. A. -
[There's nothing there for a moment, and his face goes completely blank. For a ( Read more... )
I'll go.
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[First impressions are very important to Zuko.]
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[Yuca turns down a street, quietly counting off the buildings until they reach one of the houses- something rather large that dwarfed the others around it. Perfect for a man with Folk's ego.]
...this is it.
[His fingers tighten on the hilt of his blade.]
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[Zuko pauses only for a moment before moving to the door, inhaling deeply before shoving it open. It looked empty, for the most part, as Zuko steps through the threshold into Dora Folk's home.]
Looks empty enough.
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It does.
[He swallows hard and opens a door in the hallway, peering inside, before tilting his head.]
I'm going to look around a bit. Just to be sure.
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[But Zuko follows the priest regardless, tense and ready, just in case Folk decided to jump out of a closet and beat them into a pulp.]
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...This is supposed to be a good thing. He was a threat to everyone, it's good that he's gone.
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You miss him?
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[He scoffs at the notion, shaking his head.]
No. I just- he killed... a lot of people. He's responsible for Rain's death, when it happens. He killed- [-a little hesitation, Yuca still isn't sure what to do about the memories, or even if they're real, but he says it anyway-] -someone I cared about, after all this time.
I was planning-
[He shakes his head, sliding down to the floor. When he speaks again, his voice is a whisper.]
-he never paid for his actions. Not enough. I thought- I was going to destroy him, piece by tiny piece, and then... well- Rain got here, and I couldn't just- [Yuca... doesn't talk about his feelings very well. At least, not when they're real. Zuko probably knows this by now.]
Closure. [He finally says, frowning.] There isn't any- wasn't any- he just left and I didn't do a damn thing.
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His cheek twitches at the thought.]
Death is pointless here.
[It's unusually quiet and calm.]
There is no... punishment for actions in this place. You are whoever you want to be. People don't care about what you did in your world. If you had killed him here, you would have looked like the bad guy. What would that have solved?
[A pause.]
It wouldn't have gotten you closure. It would've made your life hell.
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You should know that I don't care about being the bad guy. I don't even care if he'd have come back- it would have been enough to see the look on his face. Folk was a man who never admitted defeat, who laughed as he turned into a monster. I wanted to see him lose that. I don't care what it would have done to me.
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[If Yuca had died, Rain would be alone, without the person who cares about him the most. Zuko may be a jerk, but the kid doesn't deserve that.]
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[Yuca stands up slowly, turning toward the window. After a moment's hesitation, he rips the drapes down, turning to carry them into the living room, where he throws them on the couch. Yuca is silent, methodical, as he breaks a chair and throws the scrap wood on the pile, finds a vacant painting and throws that as well- anything flammable goes onto the pile, and he works with a quiet diligence that's almost frightening.
Zuko can help if he wants.]
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...you want to burn it down?
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If nothing else.
[That's all the words he offers before he's gone again, searching.]
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... it'll breathe more if it isn't heaped in a pile.
[And he rearranges the pile. If anything, Zuko is a professional pyromaniac.]
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