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oncedriven) wrote2022-02-11 12:09 am
oncedriven) wrote2022-02-11 12:09 am
asch and sync fragment
"You abandoned us," he says, like he expects the words to sting. They do, but it's salt in a wound you dealt to yourself.
You bite your lip. "I did," you say, and it stops Sync for long enough for you to continue, "but *you* abandoned me first. It's a little late for you to claim brotherly feelings on that count."
Sync, true to form, snorts. "I never *wanted* to be your brother, or Luke's. I didn't even want to be Ion's."
You fold your arms, and look at him head-on. "What changed?"
"It's been nine hundred years," Sync says, like it's enough. Maybe it is. "After you disappeared, Ion got himself damaged, like the fool he was, and Luke took his core crystal somewhere and never came back. It's been just me, for nine hundred years, and nothing has changed."
You raise your eyebrows, and don't say anything. Maybe it's Martel's shard in you, that grants you the newfound patience to wait him out, until he tries to get under your skin again and gives you more to work with. She certainly must have had an endless well of it, with Mithos for a brother.
Sync watches you, and then finally laughs under his mask. "Even with your intuition, you can't put it together, can you? *I* never wanted to be your brother. But Legretta's birth name was Giselle Oslo."
You stare. The name yanks itself to the forefront of your consciousness, from a long-dead past, and...
You close your eyes. "I'm sorry," you say.
Again, Sync snorts, but there's something less cutting about it, this time. "I'm not her, and you were never him," he says. "But it's not that easy to erase your first driver."
"No," you agree. "It isn't."
You bite your lip. "I did," you say, and it stops Sync for long enough for you to continue, "but *you* abandoned me first. It's a little late for you to claim brotherly feelings on that count."
Sync, true to form, snorts. "I never *wanted* to be your brother, or Luke's. I didn't even want to be Ion's."
You fold your arms, and look at him head-on. "What changed?"
"It's been nine hundred years," Sync says, like it's enough. Maybe it is. "After you disappeared, Ion got himself damaged, like the fool he was, and Luke took his core crystal somewhere and never came back. It's been just me, for nine hundred years, and nothing has changed."
You raise your eyebrows, and don't say anything. Maybe it's Martel's shard in you, that grants you the newfound patience to wait him out, until he tries to get under your skin again and gives you more to work with. She certainly must have had an endless well of it, with Mithos for a brother.
Sync watches you, and then finally laughs under his mask. "Even with your intuition, you can't put it together, can you? *I* never wanted to be your brother. But Legretta's birth name was Giselle Oslo."
You stare. The name yanks itself to the forefront of your consciousness, from a long-dead past, and...
You close your eyes. "I'm sorry," you say.
Again, Sync snorts, but there's something less cutting about it, this time. "I'm not her, and you were never him," he says. "But it's not that easy to erase your first driver."
"No," you agree. "It isn't."