fourteen ➢ video + various private messages

[patheticvillain]

[Video clicks on: Cassel looks decidedly calm, leaned back against the white wall of his bedroom. Which he's not, but he's been thinking about this for a while - especially after fourth wall day - and he wants to pick people's brains.]

I never finished high school. This is not a political science lesson. Don't call me on my basic misunderstanding of the democratic process. I just have some questions.

Where I come from, people who can do [the briefest of pauses] magic are illegal. Or - performing it's illegal. And it has been for a hell of a long time. The problem is that you don't know if you can do it or not until it manifests, all by itself. You don't know if you can do it until you've already done it, by which time you're already a criminal. Surprise!

I don't know the order of history where you people are from. But for us, these laws have been in place for, like, a hundred years. Which is when things started getting bad. Some big-deal government asshole in a suit and tie tells you you're a criminal for doing something you can't help doing, I guess you just think: sure. Why not. I'll be a criminal.

Explain the point of this to me, somebody. Do people really not think this shit through? Maybe people just really want to have a bad guy. I'm okay with that answer. [He kind of believes it himself.] I'd just really like to take a survey, since nobody's asked a moral question for 0.5 seconds and I haven't had the pleasure.

[He goes to switch off the feed, and then remembers something.]

Oh, and if anybody else has similar crap to share, yadda yadda. We're building an environment of mutual un-der-stan-ding on this cruise. [Eyeroll, and feed cut.]

filter | kon + charles

I'd like to get started on this memory thing. Whenever you both have time. Kon said it was cool but he wants to sit in.

private | zane

You know that feeling like you're about to do something incredibly stupid? I have that. [He's so pissed B(]

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[patheticvillain]

You say that like it's not better.

[godsays]

I know what I'd choose. I just don't know if I'd choose right.

[patheticvillain]

I want to know anyway. What you'd choose.

[godsays]

Something.

Over nothing.

[patheticvillain]

[He nods.]

Nothing always hurts worse than something.

[godsays]

[ He gives Cassel another smack on the back of the head, this time a little harder. ]

Did nothing hurt worse than that?

[patheticvillain]

[He snaps his eyes up at Zane, hard and angry.]

Don't hit me.

[godsays]

Fine. I told you I wouldn't, if you said.

[patheticvillain]

[He walks in sullen silence for a minute. Then:]

Yes. Nothing would hurt worse than that.

[godsays]

[ A sigh.

But he doesn't say anything more, now. ]

[patheticvillain]

Are you disappointed?

[In him.]

[godsays]

Cassel, no matter how stupid or stubborn you are, you know I have the same thing in me.

And no matter what you do, I doubt you'll be as bad as Megamind.

[ This last part is muttered. ]

[patheticvillain]

[He can't help but grin a little at the last part. Yeah, it'd be pretty difficult.]

That's not a yes or no.

[He wants to know if Zane's disappointed. He doesn't want to be disappointing. And he's not even sure why.]

[godsays]

If I had a yes or no for you, I would have given it.

I don't think anyone should have to choose between pain and emptiness.

[patheticvillain]

I guess that's part of the point of this place. Making other choices.

I still don't want you to be disappointed.

[godsays]

I am.

I don't think it's because of you. Just because of the choice.

[patheticvillain]

That's a little better. It still sucks, though.

[godsays]

What should we do?

About Megamind.

[patheticvillain]

I think you were right. I think Chris needs to deal with it. I don't like it, but - Megamind's his, so he should have a chance to deal with it on his own.

If not, one of us can tell him what happened.

[godsays]

All right.


...All right.

[patheticvillain]

We can watch, though. And make sure nothing else bad happens. That's what friends are supposed to do, I think.

[godsays]

Or family.

[patheticvillain]

[He smiles, crooked and earnest.]

Are you his family, too?

[godsays]

Maybe. He's yours, isn't he?

[patheticvillain]

Yeah. He's mine.