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Contemplate the End of the World [Open]

Tony stared out into the swirling colors of the bleed, shoulders slumped. He felt off. The beast inside of him constantly bristling, ready to tear something apart, kill someone for the slightest insult - the one he'd learned to control. It still gnawed at him, roiled up when he didn't need or want it. It made him moody. He grumbled to himself and ran a hand through his hair.

"Stop feelin' sorry for yourself. Universe or whatever is counting on you."

Which only made him feel marginally better. Seventeen years old and a soldier in a losing war for the fate of the world was heavy responsibility on its own. Then a whole universe had been dumped on it. But he was Garou. He was a Bone Gnawer - and Bone Gnawers did or died. They preferred to do and live, of course, but when the chips were done they got the job done. He turned away from the swirling colors of the bleed and glanced over the rest of the lounge. Sorta quiet, kinda dead.

Hell, he needed something to do besides mope.

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Tony breathed in softly as Kate wrapped her arms around him. There was something distinctive about her scent. Something he was never sure he could pin down. He took another deep breath and then let his shoulders relax, some of the tension draining out of him. That was better. "It has been. Maybe I need t'find something to do other than think...."

He draped an arm around her and gave Kate a tight hug. "It's still good to see you."

When she could, she'd often use lilacs as her personal perfume. Sometimes she somehow found the plantsuit vaguely smelling like them. She found different perfume on shore leave, but she wasn't wearing anything now. Just her clean self.

"Good to see you too. How are you?" She hugged him back, and drew a hand up to cradle his cheek.

"Better, now that you're around." Cheesy as hell, but true. His mood had picked up. He dipped his head to rub foreheads with her and sighed.

"Just thinking too much for my own damn good."

Cheesy, but she didn't care. It was sweet. She kept her forehead rested against his, quietly breathing him in for a moment.

"What about?"

"Everything. Life back home." He took a deep breath and then let it out. He had to talk with her about this someday, didn't he? Come on, Tony. Be a man. He drew back for a moment, watching her carefully - he considered himself decent at reading people. "...what happens if we win and we get our worlds back?"

Kate sighed at that, and glanced down, fidgeting with her fingers. It had come up before. It was one of the reasons she was hesitant at first.

"Then that's it... I mean, your world and your clan needs you, and my world and my teammates need me. Not like either of us could give one up. Even if we could."

Oh, he would love to give up the whole crazy world of being a shapeshifter. Sometimes he wants to run away and forget about it. Of course, the rest of his brain catches up and smacks some sense into him, but he thinks he might've been happier without having to fight the bogeymen that hide in the shadows.

Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair, fidgeting in turn. This conversation was going to be awkward. Was awkward. Whatever. "...yeah. Not like I could."

This was going to get ugly. He shook his head. "...look, just forget I brought it up. We don't even know if we're gonna live through this even if we do win..."

Just as sometimes she wondered about how crazy her own world was and if there was really room for more heroes.

"My world's not much better really. I mean, just the supervillians alone without getting into the alien invasions at times..."

Kate shuddered because she knew a few more acid attacks could have taken her out. She was only lucky to avoid a full out attack.

"Can't think like that. We're going to make it, one way or another. Tired of people thinking they're going to die."

She wiped a hand over her face, "Sorry, one of my friends was saying something similar."

"I've spent the last two years of my life watching my friends die. It gets t'you. Sorry." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Just weirded out from all the waiting. Although... I dunno. I don't feel like I'm gonna make it for some reason."

He glanced away, brow furrowed in a frown.

She reached out to rub a hand over his back.

"Please, not you too. We can't give up."

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