[Closed] A letter to my future self

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WHO: Sabo and Lavrenty
WHERE: Sabo's apartment
WHEN: August 2nd
WHAT: Sabo has gotten some items from the Retrospec and needs someone to talk
WARNINGS: Awkward feelings and probably embarrassment. Talk about lawlessness and actions that might lead someone to have a bounty on their head.



Sabo's apartment show clear signs of two of his great loves; his books and his pets. Bookshelves line most available walls, reaching almost all the way up to the ceiling, and still there's books to be found lying around in pretty much any room you enter. More than one room contains a plush and comfortable looking dog bed and there are a number of toys, more perhaps than could be considered necessary since the thing Kiwi is currently contently playing with looks suspiciously like a sock.

Sabo hasn't really said much since he let Lavrenty into his home, and has instead busied himself with making tea/coffee/hot chocolate for the both of them, his own choice being hot chocolate with a large dash of coffee added, all too full of nervous energy to properly keep up his side of the conversation. This has weighed on him a bit too long but there had been so many other, more important, things going on at the time and then when it temporarily calmed down a bit enough time had passed for it to seem too long and he'd started overthinking things instead.

It isn't until they've finally gotten comfortably seated in the living room and there's nothing left to do that could put the conversation off a little bit longer that he finally manages to get to the point in question.

"So, I guess you're wondering what I wanted to talk about." He'd been a bit vague on the phone when he asked Lavrenty to come over. "Have- Have you ever received anything that wasn't a memory?"

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[theveilisin]

Lavrenty raises on eyebrow slightly, stirring a spoon around his own cup of tea.

"You mean some sort of item, something like that? Not as of yet, I haven't. Considering the sparse memories I've gotten so far, I can't imagine what it would be." He takes a small sip, eyeing the clearly anxious younger man. "But I'm assuming that you have?"

[doesntdiscriminate]

"Yeah. Two actually." Sabo's leg keeps bouncing up and down. "And, I mean, I know I'm not the only one who's gotten stuff but it's- it's just so fucking weird."

He reaches into a folder and pulls out the wanted poster he'd gotten and pushes it over to Lavrenty. "Seriously, dude! What the hell am I even supposed to do about this!?"

[theveilisin]

Lavrenty reaches out and picks up the poster, studying it with obvious signs of fascination. Such a strange thing to see in this day and age - but then again, it's not from this day and age, probably not even from this planet.

"I have to say, whatever it is you did more specifically, you seem to be worth an awful lot of money." His mouth quirks slightly. "I mean granted, I don't know the currency, but it certainly looks impressive."

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"Well that's the thing. Or one of the things. Or whatever. I still have no idea of what I might have done! The only thing that comes close is-" He cuts himself off because while he has talked a bit about his 'wild days' he hasn't really gone into details and, while he knows logically that it's not really the same, he's kind of treated any mention of other him's capacity for violence equally vague. "-is not enough for that kind of sum. And I know I don't know exactly how much that actually is in, like, dollars but. No matter how you look at it it still has to be kind of a lot."

He takes a drink from his mug, his grip on it so tight that his knuckles have gone white. "Did you know that the highest bounty the US government has ever placed on anyone is 25 million?"

[theveilisin]

"I did, because I am a fountain of useless trivia. So this certainly looks like a preposterous amount of money."

He taps his finger lightly against the poster, considering. "I'd say something like this meant that you were either incredibly dangerous, or this was somehow personal to someone. Or both."

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"Yeah I really don't know how to feel about the fact that I was probably a terrorist in a previous... whatever." He bites his lip before pressing on. "And, you know, that does honestly kind of freak me out whenever I think too much about it but.. You know how I said I'd gotten two things?"

He nods his head at the folder he'd kept the wanted poster in, not really feeling up for trying to loosening his grip on the mug enough to get the other document himself. "It's not as bad bad as the wanter poster, but in other ways it's kind of worse."

[theveilisin]

"I'm not quite sure what to say to that either, other than that you perhaps shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet."

He receives the letter with equal solemnity, reads it in silence. After a moment or two, he puts down his mug of tea with a frown. "This is rather heartbreaking, if that's what you mean. Since it was clearly written by a child running away."

[doesntdiscriminate]

"Kind of depressing to realize that my childhood actually counts as step up." He says it almost as a joke. Only it's not really a joke at all and it definitely isn't funny. "It's just. I think I can learn to handle knowing that he- I- did something horrible. Compartmentalization and affirming I don't have to make the same choices again and so on. But this feels harder. And not because it's very possible that whatever made me write this also led me on a path that ends with a price on my head but because..."

He finally manages to put the mug down and he falls back against the couch with a sigh of frustration. "Ah, hell if I even know."