#deepseasaint

This is a great question! I know I don’t talk about Kyle being happy a lot. 

Kyle is happiest when he feels useful. Now, when everything starts piling up and it feels like he can’t get everything done? That’s stressful. But when people entrust him with something important, it makes him feel wonderful. He loves being needed! 

Since you asked about a point in time, I’m going to say his years at Julliard. He was lauded as a genius by a bunch of artsy, quirky people and got to perform in theaters all across New York, all while honing his craft. It was definitely the most social point of his life, which contributed to him feeling fulfilled. Part of the reason he’s such a wretch in Rapture is because he considers every bit job highly important, so he never allows for much of a social life. 

The man smiled. He had the same smile his son did. A sort of warm curl of the lips that seemed to be hiding privileged knowledge behind his eyes. “Of Dyns? Wow... that’s a hard one. He’s such a good kid.” In public the man was good at that. At faking it. There was a reason that Dyns was never taken away...

What a genius! Now, I’d be lying if I said Kyle was especially familiar with his work--Kyle might be a scholar, but mechanical engineering is a bit over his head. But everybody reads the papers, and I guarantee Gilbert has been in the papers. 

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse: Here

Simon cradled his omnitool gently and ran his thumb (Raleigh’s thumb) gingerly over Catherine’s chip. He felt more alone right now than he had in his entire existence. Even back when he had woken up in Upsilon, he had been too confused to feel this isolated. But he wasn’t confused now. He understood his situation perfectly.

And he kept thinking about that other Simon. That other fucking Simon with his ARK and his thousand-year life and his very own Catherine. Simon hated him, sort of, but it was hard to feel anything as intense as hatred out here in the soothing, oppressive dark of the ocean. Simon didn’t hate that other version of himself-- he just... wished they were the same person. He wished he had won that coin toss, because that man on the ARK wasn’t him. That man wasn’t Simon.

He sat down on a rock in the black ocean and thought, because his own consciousness was all he had left. He was pretty sure Catherine wasn’t completely dead-- he just had to get her some power. Somehow. ...and then what? The two of them were trapped here forever. His entire life would be reduced to wandering aimlessly around the ocean floor like he had been for a while, now, and hiding from those WAU creatures in the wreckage of Pathos-II. What kind of a life was that? Hadn’t he killed the Simon at Omicron to spare him from exactly this sort of fate?

“I just... need to get Catherine back online. Before I do anything else, I need to figure out how to fix her.” He nodded to himself and stood, flicking on his flashlight to help him see where he was going. He had wandered dangerously far from any buildings or lights, but he knew which direction he needed to go to get back.

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Dyns’ biggest pet peeve is actually when people mistake his muteness for deafness. He will get more and more sarcastic the longer someone can’t take a hint. He’ll comment on things they said but didn’t sign. He’ll intentionally comment on things they say when their back is turned so that there’s no way he was reading their lips he HEARD them. Adults, he finds, are the worst about it. Because the adults are trying to be understanding and helpful and instead end up just annoying him.

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The child dragged their eyes away from the window. Window. Tall, glass, so clear that it was as if they could reach out and touch the ocean around them. The ocean was around them. They were not in The Underground. They were under the ocean. In a city. With humans. 

Chara- LV 1, HP 15/20, AT 0, DF 0, EXP 0. No Execution Points. No HOPE. No LOVE. No knife. No anything. Just themselves and a city and this man who so far hadn’t done anything to harm them. So far. 

Humans couldn’t be trusted.

Red eyes flicked up to the man’s face. He didn’t look like much. He probably wasn’t even worth much EXP. They wouldn’t gain much LOVE from him. Not that they could attack a human. Not right now. Not alone. Unarmed.