Taking his food, Syx leads the way to a place to sit. He picked a place where no one could come at him from behind, but also made sure the side for his companion to sit in had enough room for her size and dog. Ripping a bit of the pretzel and grinning at the hot steam that escaped, Syx dipping it into the cream cheese and munched on it happily. The dairy would upset his stomach later, but god was it delicious.
“So,” he waved a piece of pretzel around as he spoke, “Which one is yours anyway? I know of a few now. Let’s see…” he ticked them off on his fingers, “Female hero, tongue ring guy, two that wear suits… but I know you can’t mean either of those,” he tipped his head, feeling like he was missing some other options. His eyes flicked to her scar again, but he bit his tongue on the question for now.
His leather jacket sleeves were getting in the way and leather didn’t really roll up… why had he gone gloveless today? He sighed internally, recalling his parting touches with Anna before coming here. That had been the reason, but now re regretted his exposed wrists. Fuck it all, he’d just leave the jacket on and just suffer through it.
[Being that he has taken the seat against the wall, that leaves her with the choice to either give her back to the room or to sit next to him. Neither are appealing. She settles on sitting across from him and stretching her senses to catch potential threats. Fakk 2 is getting old enough that she can’t trust the dog to scent all ill intent.]
None of them. The Megamind I knew my entire life is still back in my original dimension, along with most of the rest of my life. [Wendalyn gestures vaguely towards Fakk 2, indicating that the dog had come along with her.] And don’t think I don’t notice you looking at my temple. But rest assured that he didn’t cause it. I have yet to meet a Megamind who has the balls to injury one of my kind.
“Ah,” Syx frowned softly, “The world has gotten quite… strange since I came here, but roughly speaking it’s still my Metrocity,” it did give a horrible thought, to have truly lost all the people he had known… it was strange enough when his father had become his mother.
He blushed a light lavender when his staring was called out. Worrying his lip in thought, he reminded himself what he had learned from Harrison’s Wayne. Similar, but not the same. He’d had to do a lot of thinking lately anyway… maybe it would be okay to open up a little.
Syx steepled his fingers before him, “Do you know why I throw myself relentlessly at Metro Man despite always failing? It’s the same reason that I used to punch brick walls in prison,” he tipped his head long blue fingers tracing nearly faded away scars on his knuckles, “Because I’m the only one that can get hurt. I know that no robot or laser I throw at him will do more than mess up is hair.”
His bright green eyes sought hers, “Why would I really want him dead? Any of you dead? He’s all that remains of everything I lost. We’re the last. Even if there are technically more of us now.”
“I’ve envied him, I’ve hated him, I’ve loved him, and he’s broken my heart a million ways whether he was aware of it at the time or not,” Syx shook his head with a sigh, “You’re not the first I’ve seen with scars, just not nearly so… severe? It still is just… I put Wayne on a pedestal. He was unbreakable so it was okay to hit him. It was stupid and immature and idiotic as much as it was fun and entertaining. But it meant that when he did get hurt… when I see any of you hurt… it’s as if gravity suddenly failed. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with this new information.”
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