“Yeah.” She airily chuckles, trying her best to focus on the present task at hand instead of things she can’t change. “If it wasn’t my– more or less, duty– to distract the Vault Hunters down here, I would’ve helped.” Tilting her head back a little and tugging down the neckband of her Hyperion-brand shirt, a big, clunky-looking collar distinguishes itself from the yellow fabric. “But this thing keeps me from meddling too much.”
Something clicks in her head seeing how badly he’s taking any of this information. She’s always known it was all fucked up, every bit of this situation, but in her ability to do all of nothing about anything, she’d accepted it. The mistreatment, Jack’s rage, the way he spoke to her like she was a thing… not his daughter. Even Bullymongs treated their offspring better.
Her posture stiffens, watching him carefully as he moves closer. She isn’t used to anybody being in here, let alone close to her. It’s new, but not unpleasant. He brings warmth to a place without any.
For all intents and purposes, even as a kid, she had tried to learn how to control it. She could mess with machines (which were everywhere), it was all tied to emotions. Happiness, rage, stress, it all brought out her powers in full force, but telling a little kid not to experience the world at 100% is like trying to contain a forest fire with a squirt gun. “Thank you… no one else knows about that. So it’s nice to hear I’m not alone in believing that. I’m sure Jack has a different retelling of events, but he’ll probably never say anything unless it’s to play victim.”
Timothy can’t help but lean over and squint at the collar she’s tugging at while putting two and two together at record speed. grumbling under his breath about that goddamn psychopath. He’s not quite sure how this could possibly get worse. Considering its Jack and even this isn’t surprising; its a long way to rock bottom.
He remembers when he naively thought that the vault symbol getting punched into his face woulda been the absolute bottom but no. Still here. Still suffering.
“You’re a kid-----teen---your duty should be to some friggin’ weekly Eden-5 melodrama on the Echonet not making wild goose chase with some rando vault hunters on Pandora or the moon.” She’s not a lackey. At least he chose to basically sign his life away, he’s got a sinking feeling she didn’t get so much of a choice. He sighs raking a nervous hand through his hair.. “but the sentiment is appreciated.”
Revy and Athena were plenty help through that shitshow.
“I hate that you’re right. The only victim I can accept that man playing is a murder victim.” he deadpans. Might not be the best thing to say to his kid but in his defense his mouth tends to run faster than brain sometimes. “Wow that was dark. holy shit.”
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