( funny how that works out, isn't it. jason finds a kid on the street beating some thugs up to get his hands on a new toy, and that kid--well. turns out to be even more similar than jason had originally anticipated. he's full of attitude, snarky as hell, and just as fucked up as jason himself is.
he hates it because it's shit. kids shouldn't go through this crap. no one should take a bullet to the head when they're as young as accelerator is. no one should have to suffer through the kind of shit he knows this kid has. that he had. the world is shit. every world is shit, and jason would know--he's seen several. and here is he, sitting in a place he only visits in his nightmares, while the kid tells him how fucked his own head is.
at least he got a computer to fix it, instead of a dip in the pit. jason wouldn't wish the pit on anyone. he still winces at the explanation, because it's--terrible, isn't it? having to live like that, dependent on something external to keep himself from collapsing in on himself. )
Yeah. ( he doesn't know what it was missing, that wasn't information he was let in on. there are scans of his head, somewhere in the league compound, but jason doesn't want to see them. doesn't want to know how fucked he was, how fucked he still is. sometimes, ignorance is bliss. accelerator doesn't have that luxury. jason pulls himself up to his feet proper, reaches a hand down for accelerator. ) Up. I don't wanna know what'll happen if we stick around here for long.
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he hates it because it's shit. kids shouldn't go through this crap. no one should take a bullet to the head when they're as young as accelerator is. no one should have to suffer through the kind of shit he knows this kid has. that he had. the world is shit. every world is shit, and jason would know--he's seen several. and here is he, sitting in a place he only visits in his nightmares, while the kid tells him how fucked his own head is.
at least he got a computer to fix it, instead of a dip in the pit. jason wouldn't wish the pit on anyone. he still winces at the explanation, because it's--terrible, isn't it? having to live like that, dependent on something external to keep himself from collapsing in on himself. )
Yeah. ( he doesn't know what it was missing, that wasn't information he was let in on. there are scans of his head, somewhere in the league compound, but jason doesn't want to see them. doesn't want to know how fucked he was, how fucked he still is. sometimes, ignorance is bliss. accelerator doesn't have that luxury. jason pulls himself up to his feet proper, reaches a hand down for accelerator. ) Up. I don't wanna know what'll happen if we stick around here for long.