["Robin" rings some bells, too, but he's too distracted to place it right now.]
Yes, I do. Ten's ten, even if your superhero thing was true.
[He'd have protested at that age, too, though. He'd already been a little scrapper then, stealing from the Nietzscheans under pain of death and fixing up junk tech, enough that when his parents were killed two years later, he was ready to survive the mean streets of the Boston ghetto without his parents.]
[Harper's not exactly great at empathy and feelings talk but he is at least capable of offering respect, so he offers it, hoping it helps pave things over and make them easier.]
Look, kid, obviously you're pretty brave if you're not freaking the hell out right now - the way even I want to. I remember being your age and I wasn't exactly a slouch in the taking-care-of-myself department.
But even if you having superpowers wasn't pure delusion, you're powerless right now, we're God knows where, and we have no clue what brought us here, where here is, or what could be out there. [He looks around at their surroundings like he's now expecting enemies from every direction.] There could be some very bad people behind this. There could even be Magog prowling around, for all we know.
[He stands up and grabs Jon by the arm, a little too roughly, like he doesn't know how to handle children the gentle way most people do, and starts to lead him again in the direction that was...calling out to them.]
[With his other hand, he pulls out a gun from his belt, not knowing it's useless, and it powers up with a little whine.]
So stay close, okay?
[He has no idea how to handle kids but kids are... they're a precious thing. On Earth. He doesn't need to know how to babysit to protect one.]
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Yes, I do. Ten's ten, even if your superhero thing was true.
[He'd have protested at that age, too, though. He'd already been a little scrapper then, stealing from the Nietzscheans under pain of death and fixing up junk tech, enough that when his parents were killed two years later, he was ready to survive the mean streets of the Boston ghetto without his parents.]
[Harper's not exactly great at empathy and feelings talk but he is at least capable of offering respect, so he offers it, hoping it helps pave things over and make them easier.]
Look, kid, obviously you're pretty brave if you're not freaking the hell out right now - the way even I want to. I remember being your age and I wasn't exactly a slouch in the taking-care-of-myself department.
But even if you having superpowers wasn't pure delusion, you're powerless right now, we're God knows where, and we have no clue what brought us here, where here is, or what could be out there. [He looks around at their surroundings like he's now expecting enemies from every direction.] There could be some very bad people behind this. There could even be Magog prowling around, for all we know.
[He stands up and grabs Jon by the arm, a little too roughly, like he doesn't know how to handle children the gentle way most people do, and starts to lead him again in the direction that was...calling out to them.]
[With his other hand, he pulls out a gun from his belt, not knowing it's useless, and it powers up with a little whine.]
So stay close, okay?
[He has no idea how to handle kids but kids are... they're a precious thing. On Earth. He doesn't need to know how to babysit to protect one.]