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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

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.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ 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.

[hijoperdido]

You- See, you say that, but you know? It's. It'll happen. You'll actually see what's there and you'll hate it and hate me, so.

No. No, just better to not, we can't go to my vision cave anyway, it's all closed off.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh boy. There’s a lot to parse there, but first… ]

My husband is like you. He doesn’t See the future, but he Sees everything else. And he also gets hated for it.

[hijoperdido]

...What do you mean?

[curriculum_fictae]

He. He has powers. To Know things - anything, really. If you asked him where your mother is right now and what she’s doing, he would Know that.

[hijoperdido]

That-

[He stares for a second.]

That is. Way more useful than my visions. I mean, that's really really useful.

[curriculum_fictae]

I would say seeing the future is incredibly useful.

[hijoperdido]

No, it- It definitely is not. You see where it's gotten me.

[curriculum_fictae]

And seeing everything else has gotten my husband into terrible situations too. So.

[hijoperdido]

...He's got you.

[curriculum_fictae]

…

He does have me now. After - after losing me for a long time. Nothing short of a miracle brought us back together.

[hijoperdido]

Then he's. He's really lucky.

[curriculum_fictae]

He is. So am I.

[ He eyes Bruno. ]

… There’s no one in your life like that at all? Not even someone you lost?

[hijoperdido]

Um. No, just-

Just the family. Out there, they don't know, I- [Just. Wringing his hands nervously again before settling to pick a rat up and hold it.] As far as they know, I left fourteen years ago.

[curriculum_fictae]

F. Fourteen years …

[ Martin stares at this tiny little room, the crack in the wall. ]

Oh my god. You - you can’t stay here.

[hijoperdido]

No, it. It's fine. It's all right, got plenty of food and good company, and- Look, it's really okay.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin shakes his head firmly. ]

Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere with people? Safe, loved?

[hijoperdido]

Anyone would, that's a no brainer question. But not everyone can have that, and I shouldn't.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes you can. You absolutely can. I -

Come with me?

[hijoperdido]

An-and go where?

Look, I- I really can't. Shouldn't. Just, the night I left, I- it's better if I don't go back.

[curriculum_fictae]

And go back to where I live. It’s a lovely place - I own a bakery there. And you wouldn’t have to go back to your family at all.

[hijoperdido]

I...

[He looks at that hand offered, then to the crack in the wall, his own drawn plate. Slowly shakes his head.]

I can't. I- I can't leave them. They're my family, I. I love them, it's just...

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God. Every word this man says makes Martin feel for him a little more. If Jon were a decade older, with no Martin in his life at all… ]

You’re afraid you’re hurting them.