Nothing Is More Important Than My Egomania

Chester sighed - ah, the old question of ‘if you blank it so much why not blank’, apart from having to explain his basic DNA to her.

“For one thing, I’d have to jump on a cargo ship or stowaway on a plane.” Only then did he think of his teleporting friend - god, Ches, why didn’t you think of that! “Secondly, a mutant is someone who … well …” He waved about the room. “What I just did. In other words I have special powers.”

“It was pretty awesome, if you don’t mind me saying.” Perhaps he would mind. Clara paused in brief regret for the comment before continuing quickly. “I could always... Give you a lift. If you want. I’m sure my friend won’t mind.” 

He kept to himself, the alcohol level affecting his mind made him distant; he gave a confused look, one corner of his nostril faintly lifted up. She’s offering you consolation, being nice to you, why are you acting like she’s said something wrong?“I’m not one for introductions, ‘specially from someone who’s own kind is set to tagged and number us like we’re livestock.” He turned on his heels, staggering to one part of the room to look out the window. “Not to mention sometimes gunning us down like we’re nothing.”

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At her words, Chester felt a weight gradually lifting off his chest; everything calmed down, only leaving him to rush her and embrace the stranger while he sobbed.  “It’s hard … it’s so … hard … he-he sh-shouldn’t have …” Chester chouldn’t finish his sentence as he poured himself onto her.

There was little time for surprise. Her arms quickly enveloped him to her in something she hoped was comforting. It was close for two strangers, too, but travelling often threw Clara together with people she had never met. And the need to solace him was quite severe.

“Grief is a right bastard, eh?” It was a poor attempt at humour, and the weak chuckle which attempted to force itself out was swallowed down. “…I’m sorry, you’re probably sick of hearing things like this, I know, but no parent wants to see their kid like this, whatever happens. I’m sure your Dad doesn’t.”

No, no he wouldn’t. He’d probably give Chester’s shoulder a pat, telling him to cheer up tomorrow is another day.

He let go of her, sniffling and chuckle shortly at her poor attempted joke, but it was a good attempted one. “Yeah, yeah it is.” He sniffled again, averting his eyes to a corner before they traveled to the floor. Chester really did wish his dad wouldn’t have been gunned down.

He tried to remember the specifics of what happened. All he knew was scary men in uniforms were shouting at his dad and that guns were drawn and he was killed - which circled right back round to his hatred for humans.

At her words, Chester felt a weight gradually lifting off his chest; everything calmed down, only leaving him to rush her and embrace the stranger while he sobbed.  “It’s hard … it’s so … hard … he-he sh-shouldn’t have …” Chester chouldn’t finish his sentence as he poured himself onto her.

There was little time for surprise. Her arms quickly enveloped him to her in something she hoped was comforting. It was close for two strangers, too, but travelling often threw Clara together with people she had never met. And the need to solace him was quite severe.

Calm down, Ches, you’re okay you’re okay she’s not doing anything to harm you … 

His breathing was irregular, hyperventilating as anxiety took hold with a force strong against his own thoughts of calming down. Chester’s frame shook, hands clenching and grasping at the sides of his head; the aura of the room grew intense - going into dangerous territory as a few things started to crumble to dust.

You piece of shit, she knows what you are she’ll report you then you’ll get what’s comin’ to ya, why don’t you just end her? Unleash your power on her, choke her out, crumble her to dust. 

No no … no you’re okay just breathe and calm yourself just look at her, see? She’s fine. 

Chester glanced up at her - torment written in his bloodshot eyes from the tears, though there was a small cry for help just begging to leap out of his mouth.

It was not fear which took hold of Clara, but kindness. Questions could come later, proper introductions and the like. They weren't needed. Her concern for the man pushed empathy to the front of her mind, and she offered him an expression of warmth and understanding.

She couldn't offer him much. But she could offer him that.