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[mind_blown]

"This is Jason. Leave a message.

Or don't. I don't care."

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[iamverybadass]

I was still an assassin when I first met our Father and his side of the family, so...

[ More! Shrugging! Pretty stiff about it now. ]

I know that I improved from that point, but I have never been an easy person to get along with myself.

[mind_blown]

[hm. that is unsurprising. but also he sure knows enough about "pr." enough to care about it way back when they first met.]

Wow, I'm learning so much about you tonight.

[iamverybadass]

That is simply a necessary side effect of this memory.

[mind_blown]

You're explaining stuff, too.

But alright, point made.

[iamverybadass]

Good. ... If it bothers you, I can stop.

[mind_blown]

...

It doesn't bother me. I've calmed down.

[he admits with a little bit of a shrug, and he glances away.]

[iamverybadass]

[ There's a flicker of a smile before he hides it under Stoic Bat Face again ]

Good. It feels...relieving to speak about. Releasing the pressure, I suppose.

[mind_blown]

[he misses that smile, but he glances back at him.]

You know, Malik said something interesting to me. It made enough sense to me, and who knows. Maybe it'll put whatever memory you get in context.

[iamverybadass]

[ Straightens up a bit, curious now ]

What was it?

[mind_blown]

The memories aren't random.

They're just curated based on whatever they think the audience will like us reacting to the most.

[he pauses.]

I got a bad one the night you came over, and that didn't help with all the other bullshit that had just happened. But it was enough to put in perspective what parts of myself I'm actually getting to see.

[iamverybadass]

[ A flurry of emotions ranging from confused to upset to indignant flash across his face, eventually settling into something like disgust. ]

Curated or not, it is still my life. ...but that theory would explain the glimpses I have gotten back. It feels as if they are all skirting around revealing something else.

[mind_blown]

Probably.

But yeah— I figure both of us have some shit in our lives waiting to screw us up.

[it’s made him wary of the memories— what if he has more positive memories he can’t see?]

[iamverybadass]

I already remember things that have "screwed me up." ... I'll admit I am anxious about finding out the rest.

[ Talon is just here to be blunt about his worries. ]

[mind_blown]

[he doesn’t answer in the affirmative, but he glances away at that.]

You talk to anyone else about that?

[iamverybadass]

Silver. Sometimes other members of Wild City, or B.

[mind_blown]

Cool.

[he finally glances back at him.]

They’ve probably got enough distance from it to give half decent advice.

[iamverybadass]

[ He's quiet for a long moment, followed by a nod ]

Half decent, certainly.

[mind_blown]

... better than half decent.

Especially for what it sounds like you’re worried about.

[iamverybadass]

Oh, at that part they're excellent. I couldn't trust even Wild City when I first arrived, and you have seen what my relationship with them is like now.

[mind_blown]

Yeah, mom.

[said with half a smirk.

It’s teasing.]

[iamverybadass]

She is more deserving of the title than the woman who bore me.

[mind_blown]

[hm. so that is what he meant.]

So, this related to what you said earlier, then...?

[iamverybadass]

... I'm going to need you to be more blunt. We're talking through too many levels of caution.

[mind_blown]

Fair enough.

You said you already knew stuff that "screwed you up."

Family seems like an easy enough guess.

[iamverybadass]

Oh.

Well...yes, but only my mother. Who do you think tried to make me an assassin?