Fiftieth rebirth [Accidental Video]

[neverquitedies]

[Quiet footsteps up the hallway, bare toes pattering against the floor. There's a bowl of cereal in his hands, as he moves, humming a soft tune to himself. The way the camera is angled- looks like it fell of the desk at the end of the hall or something- you can't see his face. Just his feet, his legs, the bowl in his hands

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[law_of_reason]

[That... possibly wasn't good. As much as he was indifferent to Rain - if occasionally annoyed by the distraction, liability he was - his presence seemed to help Yuca a bit. That at least made his existence useful, if it kept Yuca stable. It was of some concern.

Strange, though- the consequences had only benefited him before.

And not that he had any inclination or experience for comfort, if he thought such a thing would even be possible.

Lacking better instincts, he decided to just try to speak to him.]

...Yuca?

[text]

[neverquitedies]

...I'm still here.

[text]

[law_of_reason]

I know.

What are you doing?

[text]

[neverquitedies]

I'm at home, I suppose.

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[innerfirewithin]

[It was only a matter of time until Rain vanished, just like everyone else in this place. But Rain vanishing means Yuca is dangerous, which means Adstringendun suddenly has a very large problem in their hands that they can't afford to have.

But the thought makes him feel guilty, somehow, and soon, there's a quiet:]

Yuca.

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[neverquitedies]

-Zuko.

[His voice sounds raw.]

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[innerfirewithin]

He's been back before. He could show up again.

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[neverquitedies]

[Zuko is right to be concerned- right now, Yuca is incapable of sympathy, of anything. Wrapped up in his own misery, his own despair, how could anyone feel anything like this?]

...I don't want to hope.

[video]

[kill_joo_ded]

...You're bleeding.

[text]

[neverquitedies]

So?

[text]

[kill_joo_ded]

So you didn't look like you noticed.

[text]

[neverquitedies]

It'll be taken care of.

[By mommy, if only because mommy is scary when his cuts don't get fixed.]

[Video]

[ahandsomedevil]

Yuca-

[Text]

[neverquitedies]

Horst.

What is it?

[Text]

[ahandsomedevil]

Where are you?

[Text]

[neverquitedies]

I don't know. The jungle is everywhere, these days.

[only_thing]

Ys!

[Why are you always bleeding these days?]

[Video] 1/3

[neverquitedies]

[Video] 2/3

[neverquitedies]

[He recognized that voice. Not from now- not from his past in his world, not from before he killed himself... but- that voice.

He had memories from the future, thanks to the animus. He had spatters of a desperate phone call with a woman on the roof. Of hiding behind the curtains, of hearing her for the first time. Watching her smile, feeling her powerful arms wrap protectively around him. He remembered manipulating her to get to Rain.

He remembered her sacrificing herself for him.]

[Video] 3/3 I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE CLASS RIGHT NOW I'M FLAILING SO HARD

[neverquitedies]

....mother?

[He looks older than Ys, of course. Where the boy was 9, perhaps 10 or 11, Yuca is in his upper teens, early twenties. Taller, broader, but that face, those eyes- it's unmistakably him.]