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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Andy listened, dumbly awestruck, as she spoke. He had to give her credit for answering any questions he might have asked, including a few that he wouldn't have thought of in his current state of awareness. When she leaned closer, he stiffened and nodded at her 'got it?' and flinched at her 'boo.'

"I don't think it saved me from death..." Andy said slowly, "so much as I lucked out with the Planet's choice of timing. I wouldn't even know about it, honestly, if one of my friends from then wasn't here. I probably shouldn't have asked him, because I'm here now and I'm kind of regretting knowing...if I ever get sent back, knowing isn't going to protect me," he said. He was sobering slightly...his words, at least were coming together in coherent sentences without a lot of effort, even if he still felt a little numb and nauseous. "There's nothing I can do to prevent it if Mirage spits me back out there. She summoned a demon...and it killed me. I don't think there's any way to fight that off. At least, not that I know," he added.

Andy shifted a little in his seat as she continued to stroke his face. He couldn't tell if he was aroused, freaked out, or comforted. Maybe it was a combination of the three, for all he knew. As she went on speaking, he listened and...he pitied her. Envying a broken heart? Being jealous that he could feel physical pain? Hunger? Thirst? God, that had to be horrible...

And then, when she went on about the cold, the pity melted away and her words made Andy...sad. She said the only warmth she could feel was from another human being. That explained why she liked the feel of his skin as much as he enjoyed the feel of hers, he supposed. But, then she said that she killed a man with her bare hands and he tried very hard not to shudder at the thought. Especially - Jesus Christ... - when she said that the blood spatter made her feel almost human. At least she said she hated it and feared it. It made him feel marginally less freaked out when she said she only killed people who deserved it, but then again...what exactly merited a form of the death penalty in her eyes?

Andy killed someone, once. Someone who shared his DNA more closely, even, than just a sibling or parent. Did that merit his death in her eyes? Or...Andy used to use his mind control for personal gain. It wasn't malicious, not like Webber, but... Did that merit it?

He could, however, sympathize with her when she said all she wanted was to be warm. Part of him wanted to offer it to her. He was hot as fuck, anyway, and if all she needed to be warm was to touch him, it was the least he could do when she was trying to make him feel better. He hadn't even really realized until just that moment that she'd made him completely forget about Rose. Completely forget about unintentionally enticing Illyana to drink alcohol when she'd only really wanted a soda. Completely forget that Sam had taken time out of his night to spend time with Andy when he could've better spent his time getting to know his brother again.

But Andy didn't say anything. He looked back at her with sympathy and confusion and a whole range of sadness in his eyes. How did you tell someone that you wanted to help them, but you were too afraid and selfish to do it?