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EDIT: Gah everything is too disproportional to fix but at least I corrected the most glaring error... OTL

An illustration of a role play between and me. This excerpt is long enough, so I didn't post the whole thing, but Amy has, through unknown reasons, been turned back into an eight-year-old and sent to an Earth playground. She is currently hiding in an elevated chamber/crawlspace and Ahk'Shan is trying to get Amy to willingly come back to Mune.

Amy: She shoves her hands over her ears, partially to block him out, and also to block out the fact that her seventeen-year-old-knowledge, though difficult to interpret in this form, is telling her that he has a point.

"No no no no NO!"

A few more tears sqeeze from her eyes as her whole body tenses up on that last shriek.

"We're just SITTING here and she could be DEAD already!"

She begins to sob.

Ahk'Shan: He flinches a little at the shriek, thankful for the barrier.

"If she is dead, then there's nothing that can be done. If she isn't, then your worrying is completely pointless."

He sighs and hesitates.

"You know, I once went through this. Being the only one of my species for months on end."

Amy: She sniffs and glares at him.

"And you wanted to go HOME, didn't you?"

(done.)

me: Ahk'Shan: "Of course I did. But Xi Dant-- the Chronos before me-- told me something important: 'Home is still there. It's an entire planet. It's not going anywhere. And if you keep fretting over it, what do you think she'll think of you when you get back? I don't know about you, but I think she wants you to go back to her a hero.'

Amy: She sniffles, and wipes her nose again. All of the swirling anger, fear, and loneliness has sapped her of much of her energy, and she begins to tremble.

"... I'm not a h-hero. I'm scared."

Ahk'Shan: "Lots of heroes have been scared."

Amy: "... Are you scared?"

me: Ahk'Shan: He pauses and knits his brow at her a little.

"Not part-- ...Sometimes. A lot of the time."

Amy: She looks up at him fully, not just between her fingers.

"What are you scared of?"

Ahk'Shan: "Well. The direction the Muneish government is heading. I fear for the people I care for..."

Crazy: Amy: "Who do you care for?

You live all alone.

...

I... hate being all alone.

...

Don't you have a family?"

Ahk'Shan: He winces at the last question.

"...

Y-yes.

I have a... very large family.

They live all over the IUA.

I see them sometimes."

Crazy: Amy: She cocks her head.

"Well, I've never seen them.

Where's your mom?"

Her stomach twists uncomfortably, thinking of her own mother... and remembering how old Ahk'Shan is.

"....

Oh.

....

....

So you don't have any kids or... anything?

'Cause you're so old...

...

You're...

...

All alone."

Ahk'Shan: He turns away from the window and rests his forearm on the chamber and his head on the arm. His voice quivers as he starts to choke up.

"Y-yes. I don't have any parents left anymore. Or children. The however-many-great grandchildren even treat me more like a political figure.

... Yes.

Yes, I am very alone."

Amy: She looks at him, wide-eyed.

The scrabbling, seventeen year old self demands that she stay still- let him cry! Let him know how it feels, he cries all the time, let him.. let him...

....But...

....no.

....

...That has been the childish part all along.

Amy blinks, wipes her face off on her shirt, and hops down from the chamber, plodding slowly out of the tunnel and around towards Ahk'Shan, and thinks,

"I'm a hero."

She wraps her arms around the highest, upright part of him she can reach and presses her cheek against a belly-plate.

Without a word, she gives him Earth's first inter-universal hug.

Ahk'Shan: He looks down at her for a moment, not moving, but tears well up in his eyes and roll slowly down and drip from his chin.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he returns the hug with his secondary arms.

He buries his eyes in the crook of his elbow and begins to sob.

Amy: She blinks, but finds, strangely.... she doesn't want to cry anymore.

She tightens her hold

...

They stand like this for a few moments, and she listens to him sob with the calm grasp of the surreal only children can manage.

...

She says, quietly, "We both don't wanna be alone."

Description
EDIT: Gah everything is too disproportional to fix but at least I corrected the most glaring error... OTL

An illustration of a role play between and me. This excerpt is long enough, so I didn't post the whole thing, but Amy has, through unknown reasons, been turned back into an eight-year-old and sent to an Earth playground. She is currently hiding in an elevated chamber/crawlspace and Ahk'Shan is trying to get Amy to willingly come back to Mune.

Amy: She shoves her hands over her ears, partially to block him out, and also to block out the fact that her seventeen-year-old-knowledge, though difficult to interpret in this form, is telling her that he has a point.

"No no no no NO!"

A few more tears sqeeze from her eyes as her whole body tenses up on that last shriek.

"We're just SITTING here and she could be DEAD already!"

She begins to sob.

Ahk'Shan: He flinches a little at the shriek, thankful for the barrier.

"If she is dead, then there's nothing that can be done. If she isn't, then your worrying is completely pointless."

He sighs and hesitates.

"You know, I once went through this. Being the only one of my species for months on end."

Amy: She sniffs and glares at him.

"And you wanted to go HOME, didn't you?"

(done.)

me: Ahk'Shan: "Of course I did. But Xi Dant-- the Chronos before me-- told me something important: 'Home is still there. It's an entire planet. It's not going anywhere. And if you keep fretting over it, what do you think she'll think of you when you get back? I don't know about you, but I think she wants you to go back to her a hero.'

Amy: She sniffles, and wipes her nose again. All of the swirling anger, fear, and loneliness has sapped her of much of her energy, and she begins to tremble.

"... I'm not a h-hero. I'm scared."

Ahk'Shan: "Lots of heroes have been scared."

Amy: "... Are you scared?"

me: Ahk'Shan: He pauses and knits his brow at her a little.

"Not part-- ...Sometimes. A lot of the time."

Amy: She looks up at him fully, not just between her fingers.

"What are you scared of?"

Ahk'Shan: "Well. The direction the Muneish government is heading. I fear for the people I care for..."

Crazy: Amy: "Who do you care for?

You live all alone.

...

I... hate being all alone.

...

Don't you have a family?"

Ahk'Shan: He winces at the last question.

"...

Y-yes.

I have a... very large family.

They live all over the IUA.

I see them sometimes."

Crazy: Amy: She cocks her head.

"Well, I've never seen them.

Where's your mom?"

Her stomach twists uncomfortably, thinking of her own mother... and remembering how old Ahk'Shan is.

"....

Oh.

....

....

So you don't have any kids or... anything?

'Cause you're so old...

...

You're...

...

All alone."

Ahk'Shan: He turns away from the window and rests his forearm on the chamber and his head on the arm. His voice quivers as he starts to choke up.

"Y-yes. I don't have any parents left anymore. Or children. The however-many-great grandchildren even treat me more like a political figure.

... Yes.

Yes, I am very alone."

Amy: She looks at him, wide-eyed.

The scrabbling, seventeen year old self demands that she stay still- let him cry! Let him know how it feels, he cries all the time, let him.. let him...

....But...

....no.

....

...That has been the childish part all along.

Amy blinks, wipes her face off on her shirt, and hops down from the chamber, plodding slowly out of the tunnel and around towards Ahk'Shan, and thinks,

"I'm a hero."

She wraps her arms around the highest, upright part of him she can reach and presses her cheek against a belly-plate.

Without a word, she gives him Earth's first inter-universal hug.

Ahk'Shan: He looks down at her for a moment, not moving, but tears well up in his eyes and roll slowly down and drip from his chin.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he returns the hug with his secondary arms.

He buries his eyes in the crook of his elbow and begins to sob.

Amy: She blinks, but finds, strangely.... she doesn't want to cry anymore.

She tightens her hold

...

They stand like this for a few moments, and she listens to him sob with the calm grasp of the surreal only children can manage.

...

She says, quietly, "We both don't wanna be alone."