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Try again.

We'll go with my personal favourite. Someone has us all in a linked, drug induced coma. There's a telepath or two in our group who've accidentally linked us all together as we sleep, and the spaceship is our way of coping, a way to put it into some form we can all process.

Doesn't really help explain the appearing here with half our memories wrong or missing, now, does it?

Try again?

They can make everything convincing just because people are so quick to believe the unbelievable as soon as they end up in space. Miraculously. Just like it happens every day.

[ Ohh, Nathan, you are making this so much worse. ] It's not accidental.

Well you'd know all about people being quick to believe the unbelievable, wouldn't you, Pete?

It's different this time. [ You don't get it. You never have. ]

It's not different. You're the one in my position, standing at the bottom of the building, looking up and wondering why the hell your brother is standing on the roof of a building with his eyes shut and one foot over the edge.

You're wondering how the hell anyone can tacitly believe something as ridiculous as the idea that he can fly on the strength of a dream, and be prepared to risk everything on that belief. You have to be right simply to counter your overwhelming fear of not being good enough.

That hasn't changed at all, has it, Pete?

Edited 2013-01-25 01:19 (UTC)

It doesn't have anything to do with not being good enough. It has to do with the fact that this- all of this- it's not real. Doesn't matter if it looks like it's real, smells like it's real, feels real, because it's a fantasy.

A distraction.

That's all it's ever been, something to take the focus away from what's really happening.

Maybe. But even if it is, what the hell are you going to do about it?

We could what? Get ourselves killed? Click our heels together and say 'there's no place like home'? Whatever is happening, there's jack shit we can do about it. Means that - for once - we have to rely on someone else to be out there trying to save us.

There isn't anyone else, Nathan. When has there ever been?

The only possible reason you would be here telling me this is because you don't have a plan. It's because you're looking to me to be able to fix it.

[ that would be a very loud snort you just heard. ] I don't want you to fix it. Don't even think you'd know how.

You didn't deny the fact that you don't have a plan either, so don't get smart with me.

[ A long pause on Peter's end. ]

But at the very least, if you believe I don't know how to fix it, you can't possibly think I'm responsible for it any more.

Just because you're not responsible for it doesn't really mean much of anything when I don't even know if you're real.

[ Logic: Peter has so very much of it. ]

Seeing as I was here first, I'm going to claim first dibs over being real.

And if you got here second, i'd still think you were full of shit.

Never claimed to be anything but.

When'd you start seeing through me? In the future? Years ago?

When you started to tell me it was for my own damn good. For the people. Never saw any good from it, Nathan.

So back when you were fifteen, we used to wrestle, and I'd pin you down and tell you it was for your own good, that I wasn't going to let you go cause you had to know how to get out of it yourself--back then?

You can be more specific, you know.

[ Ouch, don't do that. Don't talk about his past life like it's now. ]

Not until you told me the camps were a necessity. Said we were too dangerous, needed to be understood so we could stopped. That i'd be safe.

Stopped having to do with anyone's greater good.

[ Too late for him. It's too late. ]

You told me that you'd saved me, that you'd fixed things, put me on the path to being the man you'd always looked up to; the right path. Remember saying that?

Well you were wrong. You thought you'd made it right, but you were wrong. You should have left me dead.

I never said that I didn't fuck it up! I've made mistakes, Nathan, tried to fix them more times than I can count and I get it wrong every time and now i'm here. I tried to stop you from going down the same path but I got it wrong. There is no right answer, no way out.

[ And I still saved your life. ]

Punishment comes in all kinds of forms. This is mine.

The only mistake you ever made was being you. You never stopped; you can't.

But if it was me standing in your place, faced with the question of saving the world or still being able to look at myself in the mirror, I wouldn't have your mercy. If the future needed me dead, then that was what you should have done. It's what I'd have done.

I don't even have my mercy anymore, Nathan.

Bullshit.

Bullshit. I've already made it clear I'm irredeemable, that it doesn't matter how many chances I get to make it different things always go the same way. You still haven't even ruled out the possibility that this whole thing isn't my fault.

So tell me, Pete. Why am I not dead if not for mercy?

Maybe you're just a hard guy to kill.

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