seven : a scary conversation [AUDIO]

[everylittlegirl]

[Hayley sighs a little, then sounds mostly disappointed. Those paying close attention can probably tell it masks a level of anger.]

Seriously? Is no one talking about the whole people getting murdered thing?

[ooc: Action for Superman is in first thread]

[100% Trek encrypted to: Clark]
[There's the longest pause before she speaks, extremely quiet and definitely scared.]

So I, uh.. was dead.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Lois]
[Her voice is mostly level when she messages Lois, but clearly hiding something less neutral.]

I know you and Clark tell each other everything, so whatever. I need some time off from the radio.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Bruce Banner]
You need to see something. Can you come over later?

[100% Trek encrypted to: Dick Grayson (comics)]
You know, you never actually told me who your family members are.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Jason Todd]
Tell me you're not too busy for a drink.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Maxwell Lord]
[There's a pause, then Hayley sounds more pleasant.]
Hey.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Chekov]
Will you help teach me how to encrypt things? I want to learn.

[100% Trek encrypted to: Loki]
What makes a soul any different from just like, memories and neurons and whatever?

[100% Trek encrypted to: Jor-El] - (added a short while later)
You have all the same powers Superman does, right?

[100% Trek encrypted to: Bruce Wayne] - (added a short while later)
I'm sorry, about work. I just need a few more days off and then I'll come back. Please?

[Assume she hasn't shown up the last week or so.]

[100% Trek encrypted to: Sabriel] - (added a short while later)
I want to learn magic.

Comments

[everylittlegirl]

Not all people.

[Her answer is immediate and unflinching.

She changed, certainly, and she suspected people like Jor-El and Bruce Banner had as well, but some people could never truly change and some never would. Aaron and Jeff would never become better and allowing them to continue posed too great a threat.

It didn't matter what the end goal was, short-term or long-term, if the methods were terrible enough. There was very little gray area; there used to be none, but she had been forced to accept a small amount into her life since arriving on the turtle. Even with the gray, some things were simply unacceptable.]

[lookedtothestars]

You are correct. Not all.

[It is something he has no problem admitting. He knows it is true, after all. His people refused to change their ways, even when it would save them. Their actions were decided by the roles they were born to fill. To work beyond those roles, for many Kryptonians, he had seen that it was near impossible, though it would end in their deaths. Even his own actions, unorthodox as they were, still followed his role.]

Enough are still willing to change, Hayley.

[For good and bad.]

[everylittlegirl]

[She wants to ask him if they deserve it. Do people who do terrible things deserve the time and opportunity to change, that second chance that the clone provides them? She's pretty sure they don't, but asking would give away too much. Instead, she merely shrugs, content to accept him at his words for now.]

Thanks. [It's a general remark, meant to encompass everything. It's all she'll offer him for now, before she glances curiously at their surroundings, her mind already moving on to bigger and better things. Not really bigger or better, but more pleasant of a distraction at least.]

[lookedtothestars]

You are welcome.


There is a room prepared for you on the floor above.

[While he has been here for some time, his suite is still sparsely decorated, with few changes from how it was originally furnished.

It is not so noticeable with the suite's first floor, public as the space is, an area Hayley has been in before due to their lessons, but even the other, private floors lack in personalization.]

[everylittlegirl]

[Hayley suddenly feels a shiver run the length of her spine as her mind connects his paternal presence with her own father. It sickens her for a moment, but she quickly dismisses the idea. Jor-El is nothing like her own father and she's staying with him as a mentor and teacher, not as a family member or friend. It's all necessity.]

I'm going to sleep. [She says softly, making her way towards the stairs. Although not entirely sure if he's meant to be leading or if she can go exploring, she progresses in that general direction, eager to get settled and be allowed her own time to think more. Someplace where she's safe and maybe, just maybe, can actually feel safe long enough to think or even to sleep.]