[Whatever, Tucker. That ridiculous statement gives her something to focus on, though, so she's grateful for it. She's clinging, and he's going to have to push her off.]
I'm not like... missing an arm or anything. At least.
[She doesn't want to answer. Telling him makes it feel more real, somehow, more permanent, and she can't make herself look up at him. When she finally does force herself to reply, her voice is trembling.]
[But he doesn't want to argue about this. He wants to give her answers. Plans.]
Speaking of which, this is probably the same shit that happened to him when he came back. As soon as Hope's not on his deathbed or whatever, we'll march down there and get your shit back, okay?
[Tucker sighs. She's taking this the wrong way. Ugh!]
Look, I'm not trying to downplay how much it sucks that you can't use your magic. You're right, that's bullshit, and it's awful. But it's also not the only important thing about you, okay?
[Shit was that too sentimental? It was, wasn't it.]
[She feels like he's not really getting it, but that's probably because she's not explaining it well. It isn't just the fighting, but she doesn't know how to put the rest of it into words.]
[Shit, that didn't go great. Tucker feels like they're not meeting in the middle here. Like they're both just slightly missing each other. And now Kyna's essentially dismissing the topic. Ugh. Maybe they can revisit this later.]
Well, Harlan's deaf and he can't talk. A lot of other people died, but as far as I know, they're all coming back. Hope's still alive.
[There were a lot of people to keep track of. He's probably lost tabs on a few, but that covers the gist.]
[Though it's perhaps also not as convincing as usual.]
And, well, thankfully it's not worse. And that's probably because of you guys.
[See? You didn't die for nothing. Tucker's weirdly doubtful that this strategy will work, though. For one of the first times in his life, he can't figure out what she'd want to hear.]
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[Whatever, Tucker. That ridiculous statement gives her something to focus on, though, so she's grateful for it. She's clinging, and he's going to have to push her off.]
I'm not like... missing an arm or anything. At least.
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Okay... but then what are you missing?
[He can read between those lines, don't play.]
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My magic isn't working.
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Not working like that time you lost your focus?
[Her magic was finicky and didn't aim right. It was a problem, but a solvable one.]
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It doesn't work at all. Nothing.
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He can't help it, the first thing Tucker thinks of is her dad.]
But you said you can still cast cantrips, right? Maybe it just got reset. That happened to Harlan once, and he got his back.
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[She scoffs.]
Yeah, right. I could do that shit when I was like nine.
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[But he doesn't want to argue about this. He wants to give her answers. Plans.]
Speaking of which, this is probably the same shit that happened to him when he came back. As soon as Hope's not on his deathbed or whatever, we'll march down there and get your shit back, okay?
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Maybe.
[How long is it going to take Hope to get better, though?]
I can't really... I mean, I can't do anything without it.
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You do plenty of stuff without magic. Just don't worry about the fighting. It's mostly taken care of, anyway.
[He thinks.]
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I do plenty of stuff like what?
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Tucker, are you serious?
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Look, I'm not trying to downplay how much it sucks that you can't use your magic. You're right, that's bullshit, and it's awful. But it's also not the only important thing about you, okay?
[Shit was that too sentimental? It was, wasn't it.]
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That's not...
[She sighs, rubbing her hands over her face.]
What am I going to do? Sit inside and talk to people all day while everyone else is being fucking useful?
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It's not like you're useless whenever there isn't a giant robot war. But that's besides the point. Most of the fighting's done. It's almost over.
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I guess so. Is everyone else okay?
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Well, Harlan's deaf and he can't talk. A lot of other people died, but as far as I know, they're all coming back. Hope's still alive.
[There were a lot of people to keep track of. He's probably lost tabs on a few, but that covers the gist.]
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[She hesitates.]
That's... kind of better than I expected?
[But it still blows.]
Are you okay?
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[At the very least she should've had some faith in Tucker. Like he told Rome, he's a fucking cockroach.]
I'm fine. The Null figured me out eventually, but it wasn't too hard to sneak past 'em.
[She just means physically, right?]
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[She says it a little less convincingly than she usually would. She thought Harlan would be safe, too, and look how that turned out.]
I just thought it would be... worse. I don't know.
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[Though it's perhaps also not as convincing as usual.]
And, well, thankfully it's not worse. And that's probably because of you guys.
[See? You didn't die for nothing. Tucker's weirdly doubtful that this strategy will work, though. For one of the first times in his life, he can't figure out what she'd want to hear.]
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[Tucker likely has no idea what Kyna wants to hear because Kyna has no idea what would even make her feel better.]
Can we like... sit down or something? Just for a second.
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