zerotohiro | Some Legends Are Told, Some Turn To Dust Or To Gold [CEREALIA INBOX]

[He suuuure can. He'll do that silently (even as he glances around somewhat, curious a little despite himself). Despite being from a Tales world, he's not unfamiliar with a lot of this technology; he would be a pretty pitiful heir to the biggest technological empire if he didn't have a solid grasp on tech of a lot of sorts.

But at least he's not arguing, even if it means he's silent instead.

Count your blessings.]

[Good job Leon, that's a step in the right direction. Almost lazily Hiro says "ow", activating Baymax and allowing the nursebot to step out of his case.]

Hello, Hiro. And Leon. […a pause.] You have never visited before. Are you in need of assistance?

[Hiro waves a hand to get Baymax to silence for a sec.] Baymax is gonna scan the mask and see if we can figure out whose blood it is and where it's coming from. Any objections? [May as well ask since…Leon. Is particular.]

No, I am certainly not.

[That answer to Baymax comes immediately, and probably unsurprisingly, because it's Leon and Leons are gonna Leon.

But...that seems fair. It's a robot, after all, so maybe it will be able to tell something...? Leon doesn't know, but he simply nods, holding up the mask.]

I have no objections.

[Hiro ignores the irony of Leon insisting he doesn't need help and yet telling him it's fine for Baymax to scan. Baymax scans the mask briefly, things lighting up on his stomach as he searches for a solution. On the one hand, there's Leon's blood type because of the fact he's still holding the mask. On the other...]

The substance is unidentifiable. It is not blood.

[Which is weird. Since it sure looks like blood.] There is not a match found.

[Sadly, that's no surprise to Leon, but there was always the possibility that the scan would reveal something. He sighs, flicking his hair from his face in a quick, almost subconscious gesture.]

Naturally. If it was a real substance, it would be dripping on your floor right now.

[But... it isn't.

It's weird.]

Since it wasn't dripping what made you really think it was blood anyway? It could have just been some other red substance.

That is because--

[..Because Stahn's has bloody fingerprints on it, and those are even more obvious. But he's not going to say that, because he doesn't want people to know that Stahn has a mask that is bloody in any way.]

--blood pools in a particular way. It was a familiar enough sight to me.

You made the same leap of logic, didn't you?

Only because Cerealia's not exactly the least violent place I've ever been in. [He frowns, still examining Leon's mask.] Let me run some other tests now that Baymax has the data and see what I can find out.

You don't know anybody else with a mask like this, do you?

No.

[That answer comes immediately--he has yet to see anyone else with the exact same mask as him. But... If other people do have them, there's definitely a pattern to them.

He wonders about it.]

Do what you want. I am already here, so it hardly matters.

Mind if I ask you some questions about your world? [It might seem random, but he's had thoughts about this already.]

[There's a long pause, and then--]

If I do not like your question, I have no obligation to answer.

[He's probably one of the harder people to get info out of, but... it's worth a try...]

[Why isn't this surprising in the slightest?]

Fair enough. I'll just have to draw my own conclusions. [Shrug.] What did you guys do back home? You and Stahn, I mean.

[Well.

Well. Stahn's........a criminal............. okay no that's not true.

Anymore.]

I am a Knight Captain of Seinegald.

[Tiny pint-sized 16 year old captain, roll with it.]

Stahn... [is saving the world???] ...I believe he herds sheep. [yeah.]

...Stahn's a shepherd? [Stahn is not Sorey, no. But he's more impressed (and also a little concerned???) that Leon's a knight of anything.] Okay wait this isn't really about Stahn then. What exactly does a Knight Captain do? And what's Seinegald?

[Yeah he is somehow. Leon just nods at that, and will focus on the questions about himself anyway. 16 is a totally legit age to be a knight captain shut up.]

Seinegald is my country. [Duh.] As a Knight Captain, I handle whatever missions my king might require of me. More commonly, I capture dangerous criminals, escort important figures, and lead soldiers when required.

[He's a special snowflake knight who does whatever the king wants, really.]

[Hey, there's no judging from the 14-year-old superhero. Even if he's a little more concerned why Leon in particular is a knight of anything. He nods along, making some idle notes as he assesses that information.]

...did something go wrong on a mission for you? [When he died, he means. Was he on a mission, or was that unrelated?]

[His brow furrows at the question, expression tensing--and then he just shakes his head quietly, glancing away.]

... It was nothing as honorable as that.

[He really doesn't even have the right to call himself a knight--but he can't bring himself to say that here and now either.]

[…ah. Well that certainly explains a lot. He's not sure what to say at first, and he's aware that this isn't going to go well but:]

What makes you say that?

[....In the end, he can't bring himself to answer that.

It's just too hard to put it to words.]

It wasn't.

Leave it at that.

You feel like it was your fault. [That's just based on what he knows from Leon and he really, really should stop but the pieces are falling into place relatively quickly.]

It probably wasn't, by the way. [He doesn't even care if Leon won't listen, but he's really starting to wonder what the circumstances surrounding this were.] I know you keep thinking people have to be accountable for their own mistakes and their own shortcomings but I'm still saying that's not always true. Especially not when it comes to something like this.

It was.

[He snaps that back immediately, because he's definitely not going to listen on something like this. If nothing else, he finds the idea so provocative that he has to respond.]

You do not know anything about my situation, so do not have the gall to act as though you do!

[It was his fault. To think anything else would be to deny his choices. And to deny his choices... no, he can't do that. He has to take responsibility for his own actions.]

[...he's playing a very dangerous game here and he's quiet, thinking and giving Leon a very solid glare before he continues.]

Let me ask you something. If someone made the choice to try and rescue someone else but they died in the process, would that be their fault, too?

What are you getting at--

[... If someone made the choice to try to rescue someone else... but they died in the process.

He snorts softly under his breath then.]

Yes.

It would be. It was their choice. Their responsibility. Their actions. To not take responsibility for that would be to act as though the choice was regretted in the first place.

[He...doesn't want to think that he died for a choice he regretted. He can't think that.]

[...ah. He sort of thought that'd be the answer but he shakes his head anyway.]

Take your mask, Leon. I'll let you know if I figure out the correlation.

I hardly have to take it.

[A huff, short and under his breath.]

It will follow me anyway.

[Like his death does in this place, no matter what he does. Either way, he's not going to need anything further to get the hint--he turns on his heel immediately and leaves.]

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