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[viced]

They do. [ He lifted a shoulder. Shrugging. ] The problem is that there aren't enough people out there to help them. Not enough allies on our side.

[ He knew it was ironic, that "our side" was really just their side. ]

[retropolis]

[ He catches that, but mostly subconsciously -- the "our." He doesn't comment, though, fearing he's too inebriated to have heard or interpreted correctly. ]

No, there aren't. It's too hard to ally lost causes.

[viced]

[ He didn't catch the slip, thinking that Maskin was on the side of imports, but he shook his head. ]

It's not a lost cause. I wouldn't have signed on like this if I didn't think there was something here. Imports shouldn't be treated like this, hell, nobody should.

[ He snorted, soft and bitter. ] History shouldn't repeat itself, you know?

[retropolis]

[ He stumbles forward again, blinking wearily. ]

I think that depends on what the history is. This, though -- well, no, of course no one should be treated like criminals unless they've really done something.

[viced]

I agree, and while some imports were shitheads, a good portion of them never did anything but try and make this place better. [ He looks around, at the swath of houses, curious. ]

Which one is yours, anyway?

[retropolis]

At the end of the block -- around the corner, I mean.

[ He points to the brownstone at the corner. He clears his throat a little, nodding briskly. ]

A world should never turn on heroes. No matter who they are or where... or where they come from. That's not the way to get anything done at all.

[viced]

[ He leads nelson that way, but they're still far enough away that it's a bit of a hike. For a guy who rarely ate much, he sure as fuck moved like a pro still. ]

No, it's not, but we're all human, and unfortunately, fear is a powerful motivator. It's sad, but it's true.

[retropolis]

I know.

[ His voice loses a little strength, hit with a guilty pitch, and he supports himself on Maskin a bit more even though they're almost there, just down the block and around the corner...

Hooded Justice is always on his conscience. Even Ursula. ]

I couldn't tell you how familiar I am with the truth of that, Mr. Maskin. Survival, I would call it. Nearly everyone's motivated by a want to survive.

[viced]

And when something threatens it, we'll do anything to make sure we can keep going, yeah.

[ He props him up a little. He never inquired, or got, all of Nelson's story, but he could recognize the need to lean on someone.

Well, he wasn't much better, deaths on his conscience weighing him down, but he helped Nelson anyway. He had purpose. ]

[retropolis]

For as smart as we are, it's a shame we're not really as noble as we like to imagine...

[ He looks forward a little miserably. ]

It's a miracle anyone can live still with themselves past a certain age. I wish I could still look at the world the way you do.

[viced]

Hah. [ It was just a touch too bitter to not show the raw wounds still left that he couldn't get rid of. He shook his head. ]

I don't think you want to. I just want to help, there's nothing special about that.

[retropolis]

No. I really do. I used to think like that, I just haven't been able to muster the energy anymore. As -- well, you saw...

[ He clenches his jaw in mild shame, pulling away again to try and walk on his own. ]

[viced]

Yeah, hey, don't worry about it.

We've all wished for it, time and again.

[ He sometimes wished he'd been killed early in life, before he'd had the chance to fuck everything up, hurt the people he'd loved. He was sure, of course, that his mother would have mourned, and Kremlin, but they'd have been alive.

He didn't dwell, and shook his head instead. ]

You'll be alright.