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[darkov]

[if the hand wasn't consolation enough, perhaps the fact Martin doesn't watch those remaining rogue tears fall could be. he knows his own are humiliating on display, and though he doesn't know Rex's mind, he can at least do what feels right until told otherwise. it's all he can do, really.

and in speaking of feeling: he feels a beat of...something, being told what is deserved. his unhappy thoughts have quite a lot to say in regard to what's deserved or not, most of it counter to what Rex and others would have him believe.

Martin's eyes stay fixed on the drawn shade of the window, his voice holding a grim note not dissimilar to Andy's, though all his own.]

We weren't made for that.

[they were made to fight, kill, and endure the struggles and deaths of their kin. that doesn't make it right or easy or good...it just makes it...true. that's the best Martin's got right now: Lumas doctrine is real and true, even if it's not good. the same could probably be said for those who made Rex and his kin.]

[ct_7567]

[ No. Darkovs weren't. And Cassandra had been made for death, marked for it as certainly as anything else. And Andy had been made to live forever, a fate he'd wish on nobody. They'd all been made to be subject to their own fates. ]

What you were made for doesn't always reflect what's deserved.

[ There are too many that didn't deserve their fates. They were made for it. That doesn't make it right. ]

[darkov]

[it's hard for Martin to tell who makes the rules when it comes to what is and isn't deserved; more often than not, he's deferred to listening to the rotten voice in his head that tells him of only the worst of things are what he's warranted. that's changed a lot in just the span of a year, and not easily, not cleanly. and why should it? radical thinking, after fourteen years of indoctrination to the contrary...

it's different for Rex, too, isn't it? his life was set on a fixed course not of his making, too. made to fight, kill, and endure death, just as Darkovs were.

and if that's the case...]

Then it's the same for you. Right?

[ct_7567]

[ Rex audibly pauses, surprised. Martin always pulls this at the very last second, doesn't he? He doesn't deserve better now, per se - he knew exactly what he was getting himself into in a way that Martin didn't. Couldn't. But the lad's always been perceptive like that.

It's easier to think of it bigger. Broader. His people, not just him. ]

...yeah. My lot deserved better than what they got too.

[darkov]

[it doesn't fix anything in the present, but Martin still feels a little beat of satisfaction nonetheless in hearing that. a kind of further cementing of their kinship -- not just by all the papers they signed, but by the lives they've lived and struggled through. if Rex can say his kind deserve more, then...maybe it's truer that Martin would, too.

his hand lingers atop Rex's for a beat longer before withdrawing. he nods vaguely, turning partly away.]

I think so, too.

[Cass deserved better, too. they all do.]

[ct_7567]

[ He shouldn't need reassurance. He shouldn't need it from a kid of all people either, his kid, suffering the way he has been. He could let Martin walk away, as he usually does. But they haven't talked about it properly, have they? What Rex had done, to someone Martin loves? They just settled back into their ordinary routine, ignoring that vacuum that surrounds them like a shroud, not knowing how Martin felt about the way Cassandra had passed, not knowing if he and Andy or anyone else had spoken of it at all.

Mouth dry, he speaks, his voice as matter-of-fact as it always is, that familiar low rumble in his chest. ]

Do you, now? Even after what happened?

[darkov]

[he nods once more, staring at the window. the comfortable chill radiates from his chest to his arms, makes them feel for a moment heavy, then barely there at all.]

She said... [he swallows down on the crack in his voice.] We deserve better. Than what we were raised for. You and me.

She told me that a lot.

[and Rex? Rex is...even if he's like Martin in ways, he's better. even if he pulled that trigger. he'd never do it to be cruel. he's good, all the way through. there's no wretched piece of him, not the way Martin has.]

We shouldn't have to...kill them. The ones we love.

[ct_7567]

She did. Didn't she.

[ Cassandra's words are helping him even now, damn her. It shouldn't have been her. It should have...

Maybe it shouldn't have been any of them. ]

You're doing what I told you.

[darkov]

[Martin's posture shifts a little as he tries to place what he means. a faint bit of anxiety flutters in his stomach before dissolving, but it does enough to have him scour recent memory for what Rex is referring to.

what he told him. he tells him a lot of things, and none of them about the possibility of having to put down a treasured person -- a family member.]

I don't know what you mean.

[he finally looks back, squinting a little for some sign of clue on Rex himself.]

[ct_7567]

I told you, once, that the best way to honour someone's life is to carry them with you. To respect the things that you had learned from them, if you thought them to be right.

[ Martin doesn't remember - or if he had, it's not something he's actively thinking about. But he absorbed it nonetheless. Maybe he's gotten better at dealing with grief, after all that he's been through. Or perhaps he's just puzzling his way through it, bashing it into different shapes to try to make it make sense. ]

You're carrying her with you.

[darkov]

...

[his gaze flickers away as he processes the weight of that answer. the weight of...carrying another person. their lessons.

is that the heavy feeling in his chest? is it the same for Rex?

he nods vaguely, starting to turn away from the window, his eyes settling on the unfinished laundry on the bed.]

Do you want help finishing up?

[ct_7567]

...no. No, that's fine. I can handle it. [ God knows he should be able to handle that much without melting down again. He probably will after Martin leaves the room, but he'll maintain as much dignity as he can. ]

Go say hello to Andy. Help her get dinner on.

[ Even if that just means picking out take-out. ]

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[darkov]

...Yes, sir.

[there's more he should do or say, Martin thinks. there's some gap he's not filling to make this better -- not right, because he certainly knows he'd never be able to do that. but...turning away, leaving Rex with the silence of Cassandra's room...

was it really enough to try comforting him? trying is, after all, the only thing he believes himself truly capable of. but trying to help Rex isn't the same as doing it, and despite the weight of weariness pressing down upon him, stifling the means to exert so much effort and care, Martin still does care.

he hates what this has all come to. she was right. they deserve better. Rex does. there shouldn't have to be more wars to fight -- especially among each other, against their wills.

he's finally, really grasping onto that and believing. they deserve better than this.]