Clemente
It's not exactly devastating to hear that there are only a handful of Ascended where once Clemente had seen thousands living their lives in a single city, but it's definitely disorienting. Perhaps lonely, if Clem cared about companionship or connection. He'd lived alone for so long. And a ghost of a mother didn't count, the years when her vapid gaze would slide over him like he wasn't there at all. Still he shrugs a shoulder, staring down at his scuffed shoes held together with tape and willpower. "Jus' gotta start havin' kids I guess," he mutters, used to a world where his kind still had functioning organs running on borrowed blood, where biological offspring were as common as human children. But he glances up at Rexanna, a tiny smile on his lips. Stick together. Yeah, he can do that. It's an easier sentence to swallow, reminiscent of the ones exchanged with the street girls. Symbiotic relationship. Not that Clem has much to offer exactly, but it's something.
Even less to offer really when he cowers behind her, clinging to her hand and trying to make himself smaller. His eyes seek out the 'luxere' as she calls it, but it still seems daunting. Feral cats, dogs, and various birds are the only animals he's remotely used to. That thing certainly doesn't fit the bill. "Darkness is perfectly fine," he argues weakly, still clinging to her hand even once the luxere disappears from view. It's a weakness, one he can't afford, but physical contact that isn't violent is a rare gift. And she reminds him so much of his mom...he squeezes tighter and falls into step beside the smaller woman, shoulders hunched and eyes flickering uneasily. This day has sucked ass.
i stopped being a kid the day
you sent me down here to die
