He perks, looking down at the tin and taking one to munch on. Sweets are the key to his heart.
"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:17 pm (UTC)"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.