I survived because I had to, and you? You've been finding ways to ignore me from day one. Think long and hard about every conversation we've had. You'll probably find some new morsels of wisdom that were planted here and there. [It's like Jason to pretend he has everything figured out, but in this case, he's pretty confident. His paranoia is something that suits him in this world, and it's helped him make connections. The tavern is actually proof of his ability to adapt and find what he needs. He should be a moving target in there, but many of them know better than to attack him.]
Anyway ... I went on to train. [It's more complicated than that, but Jason isn't going to spell out all of it. The psychological complications compounded the living situation complications, but he learned.] I had to pick up about four years of education to catch up, and then some. I had to be at about a high school graduate level before I even hit the streets. I became his sidekick. The second of them, actually, taking up the name Robin. [He's careful with his words. He doesn't want to sound too attached, but at the same time, he sounds utterly ... removed from it.]
I was crap at it. [This is bias. His voice maintains that detachment, but it sounds ... forced.] I nearly killed people. I didn't believe ... in some weird antiquated sense of right and wrong. I saw monsters screwing over everyone, and I was supposed to just swallow that it we would just lock them away and hope they never got out. [His voice shakes here. Remaining detached is too hard.]
After I nearly killed a guy or three, I got benched. [Nearly. In one case, he regrets not doing it.] I set off to find something to live for that wasn't that, and I found out about my actual mom. Turns out she was alive somewhere, so ... I found her. But nothing ends well. Finding her killed me. I died covering her body with my own from a blast. [At this point, he's staring upward at the sky.]
Don't know how I came back. Don't have much of a story beyond training after that. But I played hero and thought I could do anything, and it didn't work.
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Anyway ... I went on to train. [It's more complicated than that, but Jason isn't going to spell out all of it. The psychological complications compounded the living situation complications, but he learned.] I had to pick up about four years of education to catch up, and then some. I had to be at about a high school graduate level before I even hit the streets. I became his sidekick. The second of them, actually, taking up the name Robin. [He's careful with his words. He doesn't want to sound too attached, but at the same time, he sounds utterly ... removed from it.]
I was crap at it. [This is bias. His voice maintains that detachment, but it sounds ... forced.] I nearly killed people. I didn't believe ... in some weird antiquated sense of right and wrong. I saw monsters screwing over everyone, and I was supposed to just swallow that it we would just lock them away and hope they never got out. [His voice shakes here. Remaining detached is too hard.]
After I nearly killed a guy or three, I got benched. [Nearly. In one case, he regrets not doing it.] I set off to find something to live for that wasn't that, and I found out about my actual mom. Turns out she was alive somewhere, so ... I found her. But nothing ends well. Finding her killed me. I died covering her body with my own from a blast. [At this point, he's staring upward at the sky.]
Don't know how I came back. Don't have much of a story beyond training after that. But I played hero and thought I could do anything, and it didn't work.
Like I said, I was crap.