week 5 - mary - saturday post-trial

[completelycrazy]

[Newt has to search for Mary for a long time before he's able to track her down. It's worrying, how good she is at hiding. And she is hiding, right? Nothing, like, happened to her...?

But then he does find her, finally. She's sitting under a clothing rack in Pegaso. He almost missed her, but he heard the sniffling just as he was about to leave.

He plops down on the ground in front of the rack, peeking through the long dresses hanging down around her. This would be a cute little fort if circumstances were different.]

Um... Do you want to talk about it?

[He is not good at this.]

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[withsadness]

He knew that Akira was a reaper...and that Akira helped Junko kill Eleanor. He was in love with Eleanor.

[Mary decides not to add that as much as she didn't really want to get revenge on Akira herself, it did hurt to know that he'd done something so terrible to someone that she cared about, as well. Eleanor was a nice person. She was the first one who promised to be Mary's friend until the end. And the end had come so, so quickly.]

It's hard to explain. Or, I mean...

[She cringes as she tries to put her thoughts into words.]

I don't know if you'd be able to understand. It was because, from the very beginning, we knew that we were just like each other. We were both...we were...

[She looks at her hand. She knows that she's already told Newt about what she is, but that doesn't make it any easier to talk about.]

We've both lived a fabricated life. We never knew what it was like to have a real family, and he understood how sometimes the way that I see the world is different from other people. He wasn't like the way that he was in public. He was, he was really...

[She thinks of how kind he was, and how warm, and how gentle his words and embraces were. It makes her heart squeeze, her throat tightening.]

It felt like having a father who was just like me.