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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

[ Every time Bruno opens his mouth, Martin aches even more for this little man. ]

Why are you so sure I’m going to regret it?

[hijoperdido]

Everyone does.

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[ He looks over at that crack in the wall, the sad place setting. ]

And do they all insist they won’t right up until they do?

[hijoperdido]

Sometimes, sure, but right up to my last prophecy, Mamá was the last one who really believed they could be any good, so y'know, I just kinda- I just.

It's better if I don't.

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[ God. Even without this man looking so much like Jon/ah, Martin would desperately feel for him. And the mother figure, well … he hides a small wince of his own. ]

Your mother? What happened?

[hijoperdido]

[He shrugs, flopping down into his chair again, letting a few of the rats crawl onto him.]

My gift wasn't helping the family. It just... made everything worse, everyone upset. Got- got blamed for stuff going wrong.

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[ Martin snags the chair from the table, then, and sits there.

(Gee, he understands THAT thought too.) ]

Some people - some people don’t understand no matter what you do. It’s not your fault.

[hijoperdido]

Yeah so. So no matter what I did it didn't matter. Just better to... To just not.

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I - I get it. Yeah. I wish I’d figured that one out.

[ A deep breath. ]

I’m sorry, Bruno.

[hijoperdido]

Eh...

[He shrugs, trying to kick that mood out. It's fine, everything's fine.]

It's just me, just- Bruno. So it's fine. I've been fine back here, family's happy and perfect out there, everything's great.

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[ He gives Bruno a Look. ]

You really don’t have to pretend with me. Just - trust me, okay?

[hijoperdido]

I'm not pretending, it's- It's really fine.

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[ He just stares at you Bruno. ]

Look me in the eye and say that.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno does look at him. Hesitates, then shakes his head.]

Look, I-iii don't know why you're here or how you got here, but. But Abuela should probably know about it and she can help you. Probably.

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[ Yeah, that’s what he thought. ]

Your mother?

[hijoperdido]

Yeah. Yeah, she- Runs the house and helps the villagers. So she could help you.

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I am certain that she could.

… But. Let’s leave that as a last resort, all right?

[hijoperdido]

I mean sure, but I dunno what else you're gonna do unless you wanna live in here with me.

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Honestly? I’m pretty sure I’m going to disappear on my own in a day or two. Or wake up, that’s possible.

[hijoperdido]

[Yeah you seem really really sure of that, Martin. Bruno's just... Watching him carefully. Thinking.]

See no harm letting you stay here until then.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. And if it does go on longer, we can talk about other options.

[ Martin does seem very sure, yes. Also he brightens. ]

You could have a vision about it? If you want to try it.

[hijoperdido]

Uuhhhhh what?

Hahaaa no, uh. Don't think that's a good idea, no, you'll just hate whatever I see and it'll be my fault whatever happens.

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Orrr you could figure out how to get me out of your hair sooner.

[hijoperdido]

[He fidgets, wrings his hands a bit looking at the rat on his shoulder. Bruno looks like he wants to say something, but stops himself.

Breathe.]

The only way to do that would be you talking with Abuela and you don't wanna do that so, staying back here with me until you poof again is the way to go. Definitely.

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[ Poor Bruno. Martin does gentle, at least, reaching out for his hand. ]

I really do think it would help. And I promise I won’t blame you for anything you see.