It wasn't the thing she was worried about, but the name was enough to slow her reaction. It wasn't Vulcanus, in the literal sense, but the bigger picture — the bigger danger — that was close to the mark, wasn't it?
She hadn't the strength to tell him what she'd learned in De Chima; he was gone before Jeopardy arrived. He was gone before she learned from Quatre what the bombings were for — something that had ripped her apart when it'd happened, months before he arrived. There were too many pieces, and Ruka had spent so much time fractured along her own hurts that Rua — he didn't have any of them, did he?
But it was like she'd told Jaime — Rua always came back to people missing, time missing, carrying his own confusion and hurt into time long removed from the creation of those wounds. To dredge up the details of everything else, of things that he didn't know but would hurt him to learn, it only seemed like she'd be twisting the knife. But this...
She finished lacing her shoes, shaking her head.
"No, it's not Vulcanus. It's not even, all, that kind of stuff. I'm making it sound like a crisis, aren't I? It's not."
The audio swapped off of speaker to headset. It wasn't a lie; it wasn't a crisis. If they were lucky, it wouldn't become one. And if they weren't lucky, then... she'd do anything in her power to prevent it.
She shoved her keys into her pocket, closing and bolting her door behind her, taking the steps down two at a time.
"It's just, some of it's complicated. And stupid."
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It wasn't the thing she was worried about, but the name was enough to slow her reaction. It wasn't Vulcanus, in the literal sense, but the bigger picture — the bigger danger — that was close to the mark, wasn't it?
She hadn't the strength to tell him what she'd learned in De Chima; he was gone before Jeopardy arrived. He was gone before she learned from Quatre what the bombings were for — something that had ripped her apart when it'd happened, months before he arrived. There were too many pieces, and Ruka had spent so much time fractured along her own hurts that Rua — he didn't have any of them, did he?
But it was like she'd told Jaime — Rua always came back to people missing, time missing, carrying his own confusion and hurt into time long removed from the creation of those wounds. To dredge up the details of everything else, of things that he didn't know but would hurt him to learn, it only seemed like she'd be twisting the knife. But this...
She finished lacing her shoes, shaking her head.
"No, it's not Vulcanus. It's not even, all, that kind of stuff. I'm making it sound like a crisis, aren't I? It's not."
The audio swapped off of speaker to headset. It wasn't a lie; it wasn't a crisis. If they were lucky, it wouldn't become one. And if they weren't lucky, then... she'd do anything in her power to prevent it.
She shoved her keys into her pocket, closing and bolting her door behind her, taking the steps down two at a time.
"It's just, some of it's complicated. And stupid."