Course. [ he doesn't say that he would trust her with anything, about anything — foolish, perhaps, in the light of what he knows of her, or perhaps not. he thinks he can trust her to tell him the truth, to trust that she trusts him enough to tell him the truth.
with a soft look of concern, he reaches out his hand, rests it on her arm. ]
Hey, [ he says, meaning nothing and everything at once, trying to offer quiet comfort, even as the words she's saying shake him, too — it's not that he's never thought of that, them being copies... but it's what it means that hits him a little too hard, and so he chooses to just. not think about it at all, beyond the way something in his eyes flashes and shutters away.
he'll focus on her; that's what's important. ]
Hey. You're not only good when she's around. Maybe she made you better — but you're you. You're who you are because of her, and you're gonna continue to be you, to do the best you can, and that's — well, that's enough, innit? Being good isn't conditional. Being worth something's not something you need to earn. You're worth a whole lot, yeah? Just as you are.
[ Root latches on quickly and absolutely to people when she does, rare though it is. She's used and manipulated people for so many years for her own ends, mostly for money, for the fun of it, and she can read people as straightforwardly as she can read SQL. Which means she trusts her own judgment absolutely. When she finds someone she likes and respects, she doesn't let go.
Charles became that very quickly for her with his empathetic words and understanding shortly after her arrival, and Root won't forget it. She knows her shortcomings and she knows her strengths: she can treat people like pawns and she can treat them like kings. It's only lately she's tried to find somewhere in the middle.
But knowing herself means she's sure of is who she is, and where she's going. She doesn't really need the reassurance. ]
I don't need you to tell me I'm worth something, [ she says with complete honesty, but she softens the blow by covering his hand on her arm with her own. Root has slender hands with soft callouses from holding guns. ] Either we all matter or nothing matters, and I think we all matter. I matter. You matter.
Whether we're code on a server somewhere, or cast off in a transdimensional void rationalizing our experience, or dead in the strangest form of purgatory, what we do is important. She taught me that.
I'm not going to give up. But what we have here and now is going to have to be enough.
[ he doesn't take it badly — why would he, truly? it's a good thing, her seeing her own worth and being able to acknowledge it so quickly, too; he's dealt with so many people who haven't that he's just glad. ]
... Yeah. Yeah, we do. And it is. [ he gives her a soft smile, then. ] Maybe it's not ideal, this — maybe those we've learned to rely on aren't here, and we can be a bit lost because of that, but... well. We've got each other, yeah? And that's not nothing.
[ said with his usual sincerity, of course. and perhaps then they can move onto nicer, lighter topics, like her boba tea and maybe some gossip or whatnot... but charles turns his hand a little, to grab her hand and give it a squeeze, a wordless thank you that she is here, with him. ]
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with a soft look of concern, he reaches out his hand, rests it on her arm. ]
Hey, [ he says, meaning nothing and everything at once, trying to offer quiet comfort, even as the words she's saying shake him, too — it's not that he's never thought of that, them being copies... but it's what it means that hits him a little too hard, and so he chooses to just. not think about it at all, beyond the way something in his eyes flashes and shutters away.
he'll focus on her; that's what's important. ]
Hey. You're not only good when she's around. Maybe she made you better — but you're you. You're who you are because of her, and you're gonna continue to be you, to do the best you can, and that's — well, that's enough, innit? Being good isn't conditional. Being worth something's not something you need to earn. You're worth a whole lot, yeah? Just as you are.
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Charles became that very quickly for her with his empathetic words and understanding shortly after her arrival, and Root won't forget it. She knows her shortcomings and she knows her strengths: she can treat people like pawns and she can treat them like kings. It's only lately she's tried to find somewhere in the middle.
But knowing herself means she's sure of is who she is, and where she's going. She doesn't really need the reassurance. ]
I don't need you to tell me I'm worth something, [ she says with complete honesty, but she softens the blow by covering his hand on her arm with her own. Root has slender hands with soft callouses from holding guns. ] Either we all matter or nothing matters, and I think we all matter. I matter. You matter.
Whether we're code on a server somewhere, or cast off in a transdimensional void rationalizing our experience, or dead in the strangest form of purgatory, what we do is important. She taught me that.
I'm not going to give up. But what we have here and now is going to have to be enough.
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... Yeah. Yeah, we do. And it is. [ he gives her a soft smile, then. ] Maybe it's not ideal, this — maybe those we've learned to rely on aren't here, and we can be a bit lost because of that, but... well. We've got each other, yeah? And that's not nothing.
[ said with his usual sincerity, of course. and perhaps then they can move onto nicer, lighter topics, like her boba tea and maybe some gossip or whatnot... but charles turns his hand a little, to grab her hand and give it a squeeze, a wordless thank you that she is here, with him. ]