Ok but can you imagine if we had the memories from BotW but from Link's perspective?? Memory 9: Silent Princess would be a whole different level of Zelink moment!!!
It was just Mortimer and Rock today. Merty was off spreading his glittery magic all throughout the house while the two were busy at the Citadel today. Building clones and whatnot to get Rick’s soul back from the devil. But they needed the time to go and get Mortimer’s clone up and ready with the right tech. They didn’t want it to be SUB-PAR to the original after all.
His question did grab Rock’s attention EASILY. Mortimer wondered if the bullet wound he’d taken to the shoulder was still hurting. Still ACHING. Out of everyone that had helped Rock out back then, Mortimer was the only one who was left in the DARK. He had no idea who or why Rock had been shot and what TERRIBLE and HORRIBLE soul thought that shooting Rock was a good idea. They probably had nothing to lose and no kindness in their heart whatsoever.
“It was my original dimension’s Jerry.” His reply made Mortimer’s thought process STOP. He nearly drops the little goopy baby in his arms from the shock. “I had gone back home to tell them that my Morty, their son, was dead. Jerry didn’t....they didn’t take it well...” His hand raises to his side, gripping the old wound with a near submissive look. It wasn’t good for Rock. Mortimer didn’t like that LOOK.
Or his Jerry.
Damn he really wished he KNEW Rock’s dimension number.
“Because of your Morty....” Mortimer knew only SOME of the story involving Rock’s Morty. Something about a war and something with his Morty getting caught in the crossfire. It was a difficult topic for Rock to talk about sometimes; Mortimer could understand the sentiment. “Rock...I....I don’t know the entire story for that....” Again, Rock freezes, growing incredibly uneasy. “Uh...if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s okay-”
“It was a war....a revolution more like it. The slaves of this one planet needed someone to help them and i wanted that glory. I took over as planner, captain, and Morty had to tag along for the ride. He didn’t want ANY part in it, even when he agreed with me. Slavery is just....” He trails off, hands going into tight fists. Rock’s hands find two sets of goggles, running his thumb over the lenses of one, trying to wipe a SMEAR off the glass.
“During a raid one night....someone saw us. Another fight broke out and Morty got shot. I...I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that I had to get him out of there.” One pair is set in Mortimer’s free hand; Mortimer toting the goopy little clone of himself towards one of the vats. It was already FILLED with the secretion that’ll both help store the clone and AGE it up to the right age. “By the time my feet hit the soil of a different planet, he was already gone....”
Rock was breaking down in front of him. The goggles nearly hit the ground when tears began to fall down his face and Mortimer sealed off the vat quickly to scurry up to Rock’s side. He carefully laid his hand on Rock’s shoulder, looking at him in a poor attempt at being consoling.
“I....I just can’t....sometimes I wake up and see my Morty in you two and I just...it’s all m-my fault.” His words were becoming broken apart by soft SOBS that tried to escape from him; his hand lifting to cover whatever noises. “I-I’m doing whatever I can to-to keep you boys safe and-”
“Rock...” Mortimer cuts him off this time, TIRED of this and TIRED of Rock tearing himself apart over all of this. “You’re a good person. Instead of getting another Morty, you CHOSE to remain alone and suffer. You’ve done so well Rock...you’re doing AMAZING with both Merty and I and even RICK.” Mortimer offers a weak smile in response to Rock’s sad and defeated look. “We’re gonna get Rick back and then everything will be okay again. Promise.”
There.
A small smile came, tiny at first but getting progressively bigger. Peeling his gloves off, Mortimer TOSSED them over his shoulder to tug Rock close to give him a hug. “It’ll be OKAY.”
“I’m supposed to be the one consoling you.” Rock laughs gently, returning the embrace. “You’re a good kid, Mortimer. Thank you.” Drawing away from him, Rock pulls the goggles over his face and heads over towards the console, the one that would grow the baby up to full size. “Let’s get this show on the road then!!”
Mortimer stands there for a few more moments, staring at Rock through half-lidded eyes. Had he not gotten to know Rock before learning the story, Mortimer would have probably made it his MISSION to make Rock pay for getting his Morty into this mess. In a way, Mortimer was glad that he and Rock were so close for him to know how it all went down. Rock cared about him. Rock cared about Merty and Rick and every single animal in the backyard and in the house. Rock had a heart for everyone he met and would care regardless of who or what they were. This was his REDEMPTION.
This new way of acting was Rock’s way of making up for what happened. And Mortimer was lucky to be seeing it first hand.
“Yeah. Let’s get this shit done.”
This was definitely going to become a memory. Mortimer wanted to remember this interaction for the rest of his damn LIFE.
Matt's pretty dumb. That's a rule of thumb around the house. He's a vain, ginger, squared jawed, absent minded, forgetful air head who constantly does everything the complete opposite of what you want.
And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.
Did you ever notice in this memory that there’s one word (at least in the English version) that does not match what she actually says? The voiced line is: “We wouldn’t be in a controlled environment out here, but with your level of physical fitness...”
The conjunction “but” in the voiced line was switched for “and” in the text, or visa versa. Such a small thing, but it holds a different meaning even with that one word changed.
After a merry night of drinking with the office people, I am riding at the back of a friend’s motorcycle, on the way to get goto and tokwa. Life is good sometimes.
