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I guess the problem is that a lot of people are too young now to have seen Mathilda, but Stranger Things is a big thing right now and therefore a lot more present in everyone's minds ..... shame, really.

There was something amusing about her words though he couldn’t find the reason why. Perhaps because she was putting it so simply when no matter how rational Ruvik tried to be, his mind still twisted it. Condemning his father one moment and making excuses the next. With a sound that might have been a laugh, he stopped his pacing and sat.

“No, he shouldn’t have. When I was a child, I thought him intelligent. I assumed he had a reason. I see it differently now.” It was only a shame that it had taken him so long to do so. “You and I both know there is a hell. I like to think that the day I killed him, I sent him there.”

          SHE MEANT EVERY WORD. Ruvik may have done bad things, but he had still been a child, and no child deserved to have those sorts of things happen to them. Her Daddy had said the same thing about her and STEM, about Union. She hadn’t deserved to have those things happen to her. Ruvik hadn’t deserved to have a terrible father. 

BUT NOBODY ELSE IS GONNA PUT IT RIGHT FOR ME NOBODY BUT ME IS GONNA CHANGE MY STORY

        steps taken are to circle her, a jackal after a scrap of carrion.  his wits are about him ; this is no gifted simpleton, but one who survived all mobius had done, the child of the man who –                                                                                                                                      — the man who freed him. 

        Freed his consciousness to live on, but destroyed the world he despised with every fiber of his self.  much was owed to the good detective, and for that, his spawn would be spared.  body comes to rest near faulty machine, eyes surveying rust that crawls over surface like fungi.  it was large ; difficult for one of her size to move, this much he could gather.  starting light was key ; especially when bending the very literal laws of physics to ones’ will.

                      ‘  try harder. ’ 

     words are rough as they spill from lips, but no aggression lies behind them.  a prodigy ; someone he could instill his vast knowledge upon, someone that was innocent that could so easily twist and mold to his words.  someone he could almost form in his own image. pace is slow, but once he is at her side, he crouches low, scarred hands taking hold of small arm, positioning it just so, palm out with fingers relaxed. 

                                ‘ focus. act as if it were your body lifting the machine. ’ 

          LILY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF RUVIK. She knew he was like her, used by Mobius; scarred by their experiments. She knew he, too, had been gifted as she was, and had been rescued by her father. But that was where her knowledge of the older man ended, perhaps for good reason. Sebastian trusted him to be alone with his daughter, and that was enough for her. At least for now.

She was putty in his hands as he knelt behind her, adjusted her posture. He knew how to use these gifts; he had far more practice than she did. Although his abilities had not always been used for good-- at least not according to her father-- he knew more than Sebastian did. He would be a good teacher. He would be what she needed.

The tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips, Lily shifted her feet. Shoulders width apart, jaw squared. A formidable little opponent, and every bit her father’s daughter. If she needed to put more strength into it, then she would. She would try. 

Her hand shifted, moving so the palm was up, fingers curled. She lined the bottom of the dryer up with the tips of her fingertips and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Her hand began to tremble as she lifted, but so did the rusted machine. Inch by inch it left the ground, until it was hovering a foot from the soiled dirt. 

It wavered, then fell, and so did Lily’s hand. A grunt escaped.