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She stares at the portal chocolate, having just thought of what he could do them and snowballs less than five minutes ago. She resists the urge to facepalm, but the desire is on her face until she puts the mugs back.
"Yeah." She joins him! "He had plenty of visitors last time, so if he was in the ICU, it wasn't long." She flops down on a seat. "At least he's alive."
"Yeah." Another nod. Just thinking about it makes her stomach flip. She closes her eyes and leans into the sofa, using her hood to protect the sofa since the inside is lined. Her hands wrap around the mug, but remain still.
"Seems like." She opens her eyes to look at him with a wry smile. "Who knows, maybe it'll actually be quiet for a couple days."
"Those are pretty much my options," she admits quietly, looking away again.
"Like I said, I don't know if I'll be wanted, or if it's just expected of me." She shrugs. "I don't want him to have to spend it alone all day in the hospital, but I could just as easily be turned away.
"I don't want to go there just to be told I'm a failure."
She starts to tell him to take his feet off the table, but catches herself and shuts her mouth. Sometimes old habits die hard.
"No?" She smiles and chuckles. "How so? My power is still more in control than I am. Am I performing my duties as a daughter? Staying out of danger? Focusing on my studies and control here so I can go home and pretend to be like everyone else?" She shakes her head.
"If he had his way, I'd be out the door this minute and never speak to anyone here every again."
"I don't know, there's plenty to work with, it's just raw." She chuckles at the humor and eyes him for a moment before looking back and sipping at the chocolate, willing her power to take a back seat.
She swallow down any bile that might rise up if she fails, swallowing the foul stuff rather than spit it up. She won't try again, if that's the case.
"I don't want to. We don't see eye to eye on that one."
"Maybe. I've wondered about it, myself. What would it be like to have a less destructive power, or even a positive one? What about one that's much easier to hide?
"But a meta is still a meta to him." Rebecca shakes her head. "To him, I'm in a school of potential terrorists, like the ones at the rally and all the ones in the past. It's just a matter of time until someone goes off and we show the poison we've been hiding behind our backs." No offense, Enya.
"It's not that he thinks everyone's a hate-filled time bomb because of their personality." She frowns, shifting in her seat so that her back is pressed against the corner.
"It's the fact that we are metas. Plain an simple. One person who's bad ruins everything, and we have at least fifteen years of things happening to back up what he believes." She pauses long enough to set down the unfinished cups.
The silence continues for a while longer until she finally shifts again and removes her coat, folding it up to be an additional cushion between her and the sofa. Between the heat and the hot chocolate, she's more than warm enough.
"Because he knows I can't be 'fixed.'" Her lips press into a tight line. "I can only pretend to be what he wants, and even that's not good enough. I remind him of everything that went wrong."