Of course, his cousins don't respect his last wishes.
There's probably a good reason in there somewhere. Something about no child left behind (laughable). Something about the sins of the father not being the only burden on the children's shoulders. Something about family.
Erik fumes, at first, and it boils over a few times. Shouting matches with T'Challa that the Dora get involved in once it looks as though it may turn violent; involved, in this case, being standing between Erik and T'Challa. It doesn't, mostly because Erik is on a short leash. Kimoyo beads on his wrist and a pain in his neck if he gets too outta pocket with it, and he doesn't really want to find out the hard limits, there.
He does, but. He also doesn't. Which is weird. He wants to hate his cousins, but he doesn't. Also, weird.
He can't leave the country, or so he's told. Well, that's fine. Where's he gonna go? Back to JSOC? Back to Oakland? No. Neither of those is home. Neither of them has been home for years, just a place full of bad memories and a life lead in order to meet his goals. He's not really proud of what he's done, who he's been, but there's no room for regrets. Remorse doesn't bring back the dead.
There is only now. Now, and now again.
Now, he's in Shuri's lab, wanting to touch everything and touching nothing, so his hands stay clasped behind his back. Put your mind to better uses, T'Challa said, and fine. He could...do that.
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Date: 2018-03-23 06:13 am (UTC)There's probably a good reason in there somewhere. Something about no child left behind (laughable). Something about the sins of the father not being the only burden on the children's shoulders. Something about family.
Erik fumes, at first, and it boils over a few times. Shouting matches with T'Challa that the Dora get involved in once it looks as though it may turn violent; involved, in this case, being standing between Erik and T'Challa. It doesn't, mostly because Erik is on a short leash. Kimoyo beads on his wrist and a pain in his neck if he gets too outta pocket with it, and he doesn't really want to find out the hard limits, there.
He does, but. He also doesn't. Which is weird. He wants to hate his cousins, but he doesn't. Also, weird.
He can't leave the country, or so he's told. Well, that's fine. Where's he gonna go? Back to JSOC? Back to Oakland? No. Neither of those is home. Neither of them has been home for years, just a place full of bad memories and a life lead in order to meet his goals. He's not really proud of what he's done, who he's been, but there's no room for regrets. Remorse doesn't bring back the dead.
There is only now. Now, and now again.
Now, he's in Shuri's lab, wanting to touch everything and touching nothing, so his hands stay clasped behind his back. Put your mind to better uses, T'Challa said, and fine. He could...do that.
He supposes.