[It's difficult to think around the pounding in his chest, but in between surges of rage and misery Grey is lucid enough to know one thing: He has fucked up. Any idiot can tell by how he reacted, is reacting, that there's something going on with his connection to Rezo. Something more than a few shared genes.
He doesn't know what he's going to say to Manabu now. Part of him still wants to throttle the man for prying into Grey's secrets, but the longer he sits there the more he remembers what Manabu said. "...that freaky doctor was doing what he did to me for him! Why?" Of course Manabu would be curious. Of course it would be relevant to Manabu's situation.
Isn't that just typical? Grey can't have a single area in his life that isn't touched by Rezo's influence in one way or another. Even with Rezo dead, the man's legacy had been enough to reach out and snare Manabu within his grip.
It feels a little surprising, once there's room for other emotions, that Manabu genuinely seems to have no recognition of Rezo's name. Then again, it is Manabu...
And that feels like another mark against Rezo, and by extension, Grey- that Manabu's innocence is being sullied somehow by learning all this.
After an extended period of time of just sitting with his head in his hands, Grey's finally able to bring himself to look up. The tablet's in sleep mode, lying at his feet on the cheap linoleum. Grey picks it up the way someone might pick up a bomb, and stares at it.
If Manabu looks up Rezo online, he certainly isn't going to find information about Grey. Or much about Rezo himself, outside of thousands of articles about this bit of altruism or that. Rezo had kept his personal life as private as possible, and the narrative available to anyone looking into it is pretty straightforward- abandoned into foster care shortly after his birth, with the eventual Cinderella-esq twist of being adopted by a prestigious family and proving himself as a prodigy, blessed with both a genius intellect and phenomenal psychic powers to compensate for his blindness.
He'd grown up, gotten married, had a child, then his wife died of cancer- and that's where any mention of family, by blood, marriage, or adoption, disappears. Asides from that it's just decades upon decades upon decades of Rezo playing the role of benevolent angel, researching only the most benevolent of causes and swooping in to save people wherever he travels.
Hard to connect all of that with the kind of person who would kidnap, drug a man, and graft animal parts onto his body. And Grey's not sure how many gaps he can fill in for Manabu without compromising himself. He can't tell Manabu his story- but he can't leave Manabu behind either.
Eventually Grey's able to get to his feet and go to the sink, where he splashes some water in his face. It doesn't help his weariness much, and he winds up spending more time staring at his reflection in abject loathing... But even that, he can't do forever.
All told it's a few hours of brooding before Grey emerges from the bathroom, but emerge he does, tablet in hand and looking rather subdued.]
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He doesn't know what he's going to say to Manabu now. Part of him still wants to throttle the man for prying into Grey's secrets, but the longer he sits there the more he remembers what Manabu said. "...that freaky doctor was doing what he did to me for him! Why?" Of course Manabu would be curious. Of course it would be relevant to Manabu's situation.
Isn't that just typical? Grey can't have a single area in his life that isn't touched by Rezo's influence in one way or another. Even with Rezo dead, the man's legacy had been enough to reach out and snare Manabu within his grip.
It feels a little surprising, once there's room for other emotions, that Manabu genuinely seems to have no recognition of Rezo's name. Then again, it is Manabu...
And that feels like another mark against Rezo, and by extension, Grey- that Manabu's innocence is being sullied somehow by learning all this.
After an extended period of time of just sitting with his head in his hands, Grey's finally able to bring himself to look up. The tablet's in sleep mode, lying at his feet on the cheap linoleum. Grey picks it up the way someone might pick up a bomb, and stares at it.
If Manabu looks up Rezo online, he certainly isn't going to find information about Grey. Or much about Rezo himself, outside of thousands of articles about this bit of altruism or that. Rezo had kept his personal life as private as possible, and the narrative available to anyone looking into it is pretty straightforward- abandoned into foster care shortly after his birth, with the eventual Cinderella-esq twist of being adopted by a prestigious family and proving himself as a prodigy, blessed with both a genius intellect and phenomenal psychic powers to compensate for his blindness.
He'd grown up, gotten married, had a child, then his wife died of cancer- and that's where any mention of family, by blood, marriage, or adoption, disappears. Asides from that it's just decades upon decades upon decades of Rezo playing the role of benevolent angel, researching only the most benevolent of causes and swooping in to save people wherever he travels.
Hard to connect all of that with the kind of person who would kidnap, drug a man, and graft animal parts onto his body. And Grey's not sure how many gaps he can fill in for Manabu without compromising himself. He can't tell Manabu his story- but he can't leave Manabu behind either.
Eventually Grey's able to get to his feet and go to the sink, where he splashes some water in his face. It doesn't help his weariness much, and he winds up spending more time staring at his reflection in abject loathing... But even that, he can't do forever.
All told it's a few hours of brooding before Grey emerges from the bathroom, but emerge he does, tablet in hand and looking rather subdued.]