And that's happened to you? [ how long has prince been here? how much did he use his bond before it started to go? he speaks so monotone and blank, and Sam's getting, now, why that is. There's a fear in his eyes again, because he can't lose Kara, and he can't lose Earth. Everything else... Maybe everything else is negotiable. If this is what he has to do. ] How long does it take?
[ The ships are hardly important now, again. He can wait (or he can find a droid or something else with wires to plug into, which is what he'll do later, after he starts panicking again at ass o'clock at night). ]
Fair enough. [ That's fine, he'll just train with Cathaway or Prince another time.
As Prince stands to go, Sam's standing with him, heading towards the door in a bit of a daze, trying to work this out in his head, figure out how to get around it, or extend it, for as long as he needs. As long as he... gets out before it completely takes over. As long as he dies before he forgets. He whips around just before getting to the doors, to face Prince. ]
Just about that losing yourself part. Please. [ He's never pleaded so much with one person, aside from when he'd begged Kara not to send him into surgery. ] There's two things I have to remember, I have to know how important they are. How do I hold on to them?
[There's a long moment of stubborn silence. No, of course not- except that there was little point in being anything but honest. He sighs through his nose, a certain heavy acceptance. If he knew why Sam believed that of him- he would laugh, maybe, if he was prone to laughing. If he spoke to Cathaway, he'd know his tone of voice had nothing to do with losing himself, and everything to do with keeping it.]
It is happening. And that depends entirely upon you. I have weighed the cost myself and have decided how much I am willing to lose. In exchange I am not as strong as I could be. Others are willing to give more to gain more.
[And others found the comfort it offered to be worth it. And it was a comfort. It was a belonging that you could not explain. An understanding. Resisting it took strength- a certain stubborn streak. And it took denying yourself something you wanted- something you could have- he had been accused of being masochistic, by some.
He follows him to the door, not too close to his heels. He did not enjoy walking into new Hosts- the feedback from unintentionally touching them was somewhat disconcerting. And he'd already been in this man's head enough for one day.]
You hold onto yourself. You do what you can to limit the amount you use your powers, how much time you spend in the minds of others, how open you are.
[Humans did not live so long- even with the symbiote helping them. Most would die before they fully submerged in the Nest, if they were cautious.
[ Prince has Sam's rapt attention, nodding now and again when he speaks, absorbing what he's being told and committing it to memory.
Decide what you're willing to lose. Hold on to yourself. Limit use of abilities (he'll have to turn it into something that's only used when absolutely necessary). Be less open with the others. The last, comes with a tinge of sorrow, given how soothing he finds it to be so connected with others, but it is what it is. He'd rather go back to being only within himself that lose Kara, or Earth.
But for the moment, that satisfies. He has a lot to think about, and a plan to develop. ]
Thank you, Prince. This has helped, a lot. [ He does mean it, sincerely. ] I appreciate it.
[ and that is true. he isn't human, and even if his people do age, it must have been at a slowed rate, given the time they'd spent traveling, and with the Colonial Cylons, creating the eight models, before John boxed them.
With any hope, he won't need to survive that long. But he can't leave until this thing is dealt with. With that in mind, he bids Prince a good night, and heads back to his room. ]
[Prince dips his head in a short bow, a well-practiced motion.]
It is only my duty. Should you need anything else, I will be available to you.
[It had been a useful conversation, if somewhat perplexing. Sam seemed as if he could be a stabilizing element in a brood that had much need of it. But he also seemed somewhat- directed, not necessarily in a direction that was entirely conducive to his new situation. And he seemed like the kind that would allow himself to be enveloped, eventually. Something which Prince did not personally relish, but which had its benefits.
An inconclusive meeting, in short. And too much to think about at the tail end of a long day.]
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[ The ships are hardly important now, again. He can wait (or he can find a droid or something else with wires to plug into, which is what he'll do later, after he starts panicking again at ass o'clock at night). ]
Fair enough. [ That's fine, he'll just train with Cathaway or Prince another time.
As Prince stands to go, Sam's standing with him, heading towards the door in a bit of a daze, trying to work this out in his head, figure out how to get around it, or extend it, for as long as he needs. As long as he... gets out before it completely takes over. As long as he dies before he forgets. He whips around just before getting to the doors, to face Prince. ]
Just about that losing yourself part. Please. [ He's never pleaded so much with one person, aside from when he'd begged Kara not to send him into surgery. ] There's two things I have to remember, I have to know how important they are. How do I hold on to them?
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It is happening. And that depends entirely upon you. I have weighed the cost myself and have decided how much I am willing to lose. In exchange I am not as strong as I could be. Others are willing to give more to gain more.
[And others found the comfort it offered to be worth it. And it was a comfort. It was a belonging that you could not explain. An understanding. Resisting it took strength- a certain stubborn streak. And it took denying yourself something you wanted- something you could have- he had been accused of being masochistic, by some.
He follows him to the door, not too close to his heels. He did not enjoy walking into new Hosts- the feedback from unintentionally touching them was somewhat disconcerting. And he'd already been in this man's head enough for one day.]
You hold onto yourself. You do what you can to limit the amount you use your powers, how much time you spend in the minds of others, how open you are.
[Humans did not live so long- even with the symbiote helping them. Most would die before they fully submerged in the Nest, if they were cautious.
Then again, he wasn't human.]
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Decide what you're willing to lose. Hold on to yourself. Limit use of abilities (he'll have to turn it into something that's only used when absolutely necessary). Be less open with the others. The last, comes with a tinge of sorrow, given how soothing he finds it to be so connected with others, but it is what it is. He'd rather go back to being only within himself that lose Kara, or Earth.
But for the moment, that satisfies. He has a lot to think about, and a plan to develop. ]
Thank you, Prince. This has helped, a lot. [ He does mean it, sincerely. ] I appreciate it.
[ and that is true. he isn't human, and even if his people do age, it must have been at a slowed rate, given the time they'd spent traveling, and with the Colonial Cylons, creating the eight models, before John boxed them.
With any hope, he won't need to survive that long. But he can't leave until this thing is dealt with. With that in mind, he bids Prince a good night, and heads back to his room. ]
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It is only my duty. Should you need anything else, I will be available to you.
[It had been a useful conversation, if somewhat perplexing. Sam seemed as if he could be a stabilizing element in a brood that had much need of it. But he also seemed somewhat- directed, not necessarily in a direction that was entirely conducive to his new situation. And he seemed like the kind that would allow himself to be enveloped, eventually. Something which Prince did not personally relish, but which had its benefits.
An inconclusive meeting, in short. And too much to think about at the tail end of a long day.]