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[howtheyshine]

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[greatoldjohn]

No.

That word is immediate. Definite. Unquestionable.

I know you love me. I know you don't want to hurt me. I know that.

[howtheyshine]

But-- You don't know that I wouldn't hurt you?

[greatoldjohn]

I know you will.

That's steady too.

Not because you want to. Not because there's anything wrong with you that means you're destined to hurt people. Fuck that.

Just because you have a lot of pain inside and the journey you're on is hard.

[howtheyshine]

But I wouldn't-- I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't... try to.

[greatoldjohn]

He scritches him before switching to long, soft pets.

I know you wouldn't try to. I do know that.

[howtheyshine]

He doesn't know what to say.

John thinks--

John thinks he would--

He slowly lets go of the bit of shirt and curls into a faceless egg.

[greatoldjohn]

Edwin?

He's going to keep petting the egg, regardless.

[howtheyshine]

He doesn't answer. He can't make himself, for a lot of reasons, one of them being he still has no idea what to say.

His brother thinks Yellow would hurt him.

And of course he does, why wouldn't he. Yellow is-- Yellow is exactly what Richter said he is. He's exactly what Larson said he is, what Kayne said, what Noel said.

The little red egg stays still and quiet.

[greatoldjohn]

He's going to pause and tap on the egg.

Edwin?

Another tap.

Brother, you're worrying me. What's going on in there? A pause. Edwin, please tell me what you're thinking.

[howtheyshine]

A few long silent seconds.

I'm a monster.

[greatoldjohn]

The egg is getting lifted up and cuddled closer, and he'll kiss the surface a few times.

Do you remember the talk we had about that word?

[howtheyshine]

I am.

I'm both kinds.

[greatoldjohn]

Okay.

He starts running a cascade of tentacles over the curve.

Do you not want that?

[howtheyshine]

Another long silence, one that could be Edwin thinking but is mostly fog and mental static.

It doesn't matter.

[greatoldjohn]

It's the only thing that does matter.

John's presence is warm and bright and loving but his mental voice is intense. There is nothing he knows better.

[howtheyshine]

But it doesn't.

He's numb and tired and doesn't know how to explain why that's true.

It doesn't matter.

It's what the people who... control things want me to be.

Larson. Kayne. The Arthur in my timeline. The man who came with you--with the other John and Arthur I mean, Noel.

I told Arthur here that the one who made me apologized. That he said he failed me and he was sorry. I didn't tell him that when I got angry, that Arthur said the apology wasn't for me.

Please don't tell him either.

[greatoldjohn]

There's a small growl in John's chest, but its clear from the connection that it's frustration.

Why is it that all of you are willing to think I'm some kind of 'better', which I'm not, because I'm a warden but for some reason that doesn't translate into thinking that maybe I happen to know something or understand something or see something you don't?

Huff!

Kayne's full of shit on purpose! He likes hurting people! Larson is full of shit and I know that because anyone who destroys the people he loves for power is stupid! Arthur is frequently full of shit when he's trying to piss someone off! I don't know Noel but I sure as fuck think I know you better than he does!

He wraps himself entirely around the egg.

I am the other half of you! We started as part of the same being. I was in the Dark World for a fuck of a long time and I got out and I killed someone and I went back and none of that changed me. I didn't remember who or what I was, but I was still the same shithead.

It was the choice to live differently, to be different, to see different, to prioritize differently, that changed me. I know because the King in Yellow literally couldn't claim me again. Twice! It wasn't anything but my choice! My choice and working every day, piece by piece, to live that choice. Fucking up and trying again and apologizing and getting back on track again and again and again.

So when I fucking tell you that if you want to be something different, you can be, it's not positive fucking thinking and blowing smoke up your ass, Edwin. I am telling you, as the only King in Yellow half who's done it, that it is doable. And the way you do it is by telling all of them to fuck themselves because you're going to be what you want to be.

I control me.

You control you.

Beat.

...and no, I won't tell him you told me that. What we say stays between us.

[howtheyshine]

It's overwhelming. It makes him feel small and crushed and tired and he doesn't want to keep trying but he can't stop either because what else is he going to do?

Become numb to chaos of Barge and things that people shouldn't be numb to in first place.

Distress good people and push them away.

He wishes he could believe his brother, he wishes he did, but--

He's not John Doe, the only King in Yellow half who's done it. The only King in Yellow half who's become something else.

The name you picked means nothing to me.

It's the voice, that memory, that tells him what to do. He uses Larson's wall. He doesn't know what it's called, doesn't know how he knows it, but knows he can't break it and knows how it feels. He builds that feeling up and around himself and sinks his crown as deep into the blobby as it can get.

[greatoldjohn]

It doesn't need to mean anything to him, Edwin. That's not where it starts. He remembers a discussion they had before this, before Edwin was drawn back to his world. He feels like he's starting to catch on something. In fact, sometimes having people looking at you while you start, with all their preconceived ideas and expectations can be harder. Seeds need the dark. They need time. It needs to be real, yes, but start small. It just needs to mean something to you to get started.

"Edwin", the idea of him, isn't big enough to have leaves or branches yet. He can't hold anyone else's expectations. But he can grow.

[howtheyshine]

There's a long silence, where he thinks about not answering, thinks about just... pretending to be asleep, or something.

Seeds can drown.

[greatoldjohn]

They can also not drown.

Risk is a part of it, Edwin. Growth and change isn't comfortable.

It's worth it but nothing is guaranteed. I didn't start this journey with the knowledge that I would get anywhere.

Some days I don't even know how far I've come. I can't see it.

[howtheyshine]

His internal voice, as muted as the emotions are with his makeshift barrier, breaks and gives him away.

I just want to be tired for a little while. Can I just be tired for a little while?

[greatoldjohn]

A short pause before he nods.

Of course, little brother.

[howtheyshine]

There's a long silence, where Yellow stays quiet inside his little egg. Shores up his Larson-inspired wall until he's fairly sure John won't hear anything in his words except the words themselves.

I'm okay. You can go.

[greatoldjohn]

Edwin will feel the heartbreak; he can't help that.

He doesn't need the emotions. He knows what it feels like when someone can't stand being around you any more.

Can or...

You want me to go.