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[suckmyglock]

WHAT whatever
WHERE wherever
WHEN day 131 at least

[literally nothing seems to be happening in QM today. no terrible Snapchat call-outs, no magical Venitian vacation, everybody is probably the age they're supposed to be, but I mean, who can even tell here...

anyway, what are you up to this fine, completely regular day, citizens?]

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[aintrunning]

[turning to face T'Challa, energy and tension up]

I said we're not talking about me. Damn! I was just wondering about that. It's not a big deal.

[willnotwatch]

... N'Jadaka.

Do you know how long it's been since I buried you?

[aintrunning]

[there is a very exaggerated up-down gesture that is clearly an eye-roll T'Challa can't see]

—Man, pick one!

And, no, I don't. And, no, I don't care. Don't bring that up, because I didn't ask.

[willnotwatch]

Two years.

[aintrunning]

So, what!

[standing up and walking the edge of the roof]

It doesn't mean anything. Dead's dead, no matter how long it's been. Sorry if you ain't used to that because you don't get to see body bags on the regular.

[willnotwatch]

A lot has happened since then. But I haven't forgotten.

[aintrunning]

Yeah, I heard! And I bet! Hard to keep ignoring something that comes busting down your door. What's your point?!

[willnotwatch]

I don't think I'll ever be able to. Sorry.

[aintrunning]

[finally turning around to look at T'Challa]

Knock that shit off! Why can't you just listen, goddamn!

[willnotwatch]

[he looks down at the ground, silent, not meeting Erik's eyes.]

1/2

[aintrunning]

I'm not some hero. And I'm not some damn martyr. If anyone remembers me, it's because I put a bullet in someone they cared about. And I'm good with that. I've been good with that. So, don't go spinning my story and getting it all twisted! It— Ain't— Yours!

[aintrunning]

[hoping down off the edge, dropping his register]

But my old man doesn't deserve that. He was the revolutionary. He was a prince. And everyone back there should remember that before you guys trip and forget one of your own again.

[willnotwatch]

I know.

I've been trying to bring him home. I don't know—if I'll ever find a way. It's not easy, without a body. But... there might be some rites, lost to time.

[aintrunning]

What are you talking about? What rites?

[willnotwatch]

To reunite him with the ancestral plane.

[aintrunning]

—He's there. You never saw him?

[willnotwatch]

...

[he blinks in surprise, and shakes his head]

[aintrunning]

[hey . . . hey, hey, hey]

Who'd you see?

[willnotwatch]

Baba, and our grandparents, and our family before them.

[aintrunning]

[blinking]

Caught your old man once . . .

[swallowing and looking to the side]

[willnotwatch]

...

I spoke with you, N'Jadaka. But I never saw uncle.

[aintrunning]

[too pressed to roll his eyes, miracles do happen]

Nah, that's some bullshit.

[willnotwatch]

...

I'm sorry.

[aintrunning]

What? That some kind of rule? I never heard anything about it.

[willnotwatch]

There was never a proper funeral.