[ One good thing about this faceplate: it doesn't look strange when Hiro's eyes widen in shock. He can stare at his brother from inside the mask all he likes while on the outside, it's all smooth and cold armor. He's never seen his brother sit like this. Not in person. And it hurts, because he knows that pose intimately. Every time he got targeted by bullies, every locker he got shoved into. Just curling up and waiting for his brother to come and find him.
But in this case, it hadn't been bullies - it had been torture. And there had been no brother coming for him. He turns his faceplate back out towards the city, fighting back tears. No. Keep it together. The modulation will cut all the emotion out of his voice, so all he has to do is keep his shoulders from shaking. ]
Yeah. [ A pause; he realizes he should say something more than that. ] We never set out to be heroes. But something happened to change that.
[ He leaves it at that, for Tadashi to decide if it's analogous or not. ]
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But in this case, it hadn't been bullies - it had been torture. And there had been no brother coming for him. He turns his faceplate back out towards the city, fighting back tears. No. Keep it together. The modulation will cut all the emotion out of his voice, so all he has to do is keep his shoulders from shaking. ]
Yeah. [ A pause; he realizes he should say something more than that. ] We never set out to be heroes. But something happened to change that.
[ He leaves it at that, for Tadashi to decide if it's analogous or not. ]