Adjustment Period [open]

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

The first thing he'd insisted on them fixing was the clone brand, but the surgery to fix his arm had come first, to allow all the tissue to heal right. His tendency towards fast healing was taking care of the rest. Then they got rid of the stupid clone brand after.

His hand was gone.

It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.

There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.

Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.

Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?

Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.

It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.

It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).

Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.

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[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Little game. You have to arrange the blocks as they fall so they snap into place and destroy parts of the wall, or else the wall builds up to the top and you lose."

He turned it so she could see him play. "Pretty easy. Well, usually."

Bit more of a challenge with one hand.

[encourage]

"Is it meant to be that symbolic?" she asked, watching him play. Games didn't have to be, and as far as she knew they largely weren't, but it did seem like there was that potential. "Or am I just looking for what isn't there?"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Symbolic of what?"

If it was symbolic of anything, it was symbolic of the fact that Russians built walls that fell down, as far as Kon knew. That was it.

[encourage]

"How much work it is to figure things out to keep walls from building up around you, or between you and other people."

She looked sheepish saying that, and felt about as sheepish as she looked. "Or it's tactical wall building skills for if things start falling from the ceiling."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"I think it's mostly just a game but I can see the tactical wall building thing, definitely."

Kon smirked at her, amused.

[encourage]

"I'll eventually get used to the idea that not all games have ulterior training reasons. Though you know, around here, the tactical wall building doesn't sound all that unlikely."
There could be a pressing need one of these days. "Games seem like such a big deal on different Earths from around the same time. Though training does remind me to ask if you're already looking at any set training schedule or not."

She eyed Kon. "Are you?"

[encourage]

"I'll eventually get used to the idea that not all games have ulterior training reasons. Though you know, around here, the tactical wall building doesn't sound all that unlikely."
There could be a pressing need one of these days. "Games seem like such a big deal on different Earths from around the same time. Though training does remind me to ask if you're already looking at any set training schedule or not."

She eyed Kon. "Are you?"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Soon as I get used to the hand thing, I'm back to the usual one. I train every day," Kon said.

"Why?" There was a daring grin. "Looking to get trounced?"

[encourage]

"If I don't have at least one resident ninja fighter, I start feeling out of sorts." She smirked. "You're good at tossing us through things, right? I'd love to see you try." especially after Galilee, in a bizarre, backward manner. (He reminded her of Naruto. She liked that.)