Kasumi has lived for a long while only having to think about things affect her that doing otherwise--even while she was on the Normandy crew--was a bit of a struggle. And while she's not entirely oblivious to the fact that what she does hurts her relationships, it's hearing it come straight from Charlie that really gets her to stop and think.
In the end, it's all she can really do to apologize, hanging her head low still. ]
... I'm sorry, Charlie. I really care about you too, but I...
Believe me, Kasumi, I understand. You’re not the only person who’s ever lost someone.
The first boy I ever loved got caught in bed with another boy by his parents, and he vanished. The community went wild with gossip, and the one phrase I heard more than anything was “he’s been dealt with”. It’s been nearly sixty years and I still have no idea what happened to him. I was devastated. It felt like there was a piece of me missing, and no matter what I did I would never be whole again. Just thinking about him hurt, like a physical ache.
Two decades after he was gone, I finally ran away from home. I appealed to the shifter population in Denver for help getting a place to live and a job- that’s kind of their specialty, and I didn’t have enough money to do anything on my own. They set me up in an apartment, with an agreement that once I got on my feet I would repay them for the first few months of rent, and arranged a job in a little used bookstore within walking distance.
The guy who owned the place was ancient and white-haired and he could be a real bear sometimes- and I do mean that literally, considering he was a shifter as well. But he cared about the people that walked in the store. Apparently he was the only one willing to take me on.
I didn’t show up to work for weeks, and I think he was willing to give me some space, knowing what I had been through to get there. I spent my days holed up in my apartment in the dark, avoiding the world. They couldn’t hurt me if I avoided them. The people I loved would stop disappearing or deciding I wasn’t good enough if I never bothered to get to know anyone. I hated life. I hated the world. I thought I was better off alone.
And then one day my boss charmed the landlady into letting him into my apartment- it was the seventies, that probably wouldn’t have worked these days. I was furious with him. Just what did he think he was doing, invading my privacy like that? Couldn’t he tell I should wanted to be alone?
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye, and said, “Charles, you can’t hide from life every time it hurts you. If you let yourself sit here and suffer in the dark, the people you’ve lost suffer with you. There’s so much joy to be found out there. Let your friendships shield you when the world bares its fangs, and you’ll find that you don’t suffer half as much when you’re hand in hand with the people you love.”
In the face of that incredible kindness, all I could say was that I didn’t have any friends. And you know what he said?
[ He tucks a hand under Kasumi’s chin, lifting her gaze up to meet his. ]
[ Kasumi stays silent through his words, listening, watching him speak with such a strength that she finds she really, really admires. Because the story he tells isn't in the least bit a happy one; Kasumi still trembles at the thought of talking about Keiji to anyone. She bites down on her lip as he goes on, her brow creasing in sympathy, and by the end of it tears are welling up in her eyes.
Because Charlie has been through so much--he's been alive three times as long as she has been, even--and she's been so caught up in her own affairs, in her own memories of times that she'll never be able to return to that she couldn't see what she'd put him through, that she'd made herself a ghost to him when she hadn't meant to become anyone's ghost.
A ghost is what Keiji is to her, by now; no matter how much she wishes for it to be otherwise, memories of him only remind her more and more that he's gone. That there won't be any more memories going into his graybox, no more opportunities for that.
And it isn't right for her to rob Charlie and the others, to rob herself that opportunity when she's alive. ]
Charlie--
[ And that's all she manages to get out before her voice is choked out by a sob, and she raises a hand to cover her mouth as another one escapes. And then another. And probably, another, until she finally manages to breathe out a thank you in between. ]
[ He wraps his arms around her shoulders and draws her close. This isn’t the first time she cried all over him, and as much as he wishes, it’s unlikely this will be the last. He’ll hold her for as long as she needs. ]
[ it's all at once liberating yet perplexing how easily Kasumi can bare her emotions when it's Charlie. She couldn't even bring herself to really cry in front of Shepard the first time she went into Keiji's graybox.
Luckily it's only a few short moments of quietly crying against Charlie's shoulder before she manages to calm herself down, at which point, she tries her very hardest to be chipper playful Kasumi. ]
--Just, don't tell anyone how much I've cried in front of you, okay?
[ When she looks up and sees the tears brimming in his eyes, she reaches up, cupping his cheeks with her hands, her own lips trembling because she doesn't want to break again, not when Charlie could use someone to lean on, too. ]
This is why you're literally the best.
[ She brushes her thumb against his cheek. ]
Thank you, so much. And I'm sorry. For everything.
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Kasumi has lived for a long while only having to think about things affect her that doing otherwise--even while she was on the Normandy crew--was a bit of a struggle. And while she's not entirely oblivious to the fact that what she does hurts her relationships, it's hearing it come straight from Charlie that really gets her to stop and think.
In the end, it's all she can really do to apologize, hanging her head low still. ]
... I'm sorry, Charlie. I really care about you too, but I...
[ I don't know what I should do. ]
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The first boy I ever loved got caught in bed with another boy by his parents, and he vanished. The community went wild with gossip, and the one phrase I heard more than anything was “he’s been dealt with”. It’s been nearly sixty years and I still have no idea what happened to him. I was devastated. It felt like there was a piece of me missing, and no matter what I did I would never be whole again. Just thinking about him hurt, like a physical ache.
Two decades after he was gone, I finally ran away from home. I appealed to the shifter population in Denver for help getting a place to live and a job- that’s kind of their specialty, and I didn’t have enough money to do anything on my own. They set me up in an apartment, with an agreement that once I got on my feet I would repay them for the first few months of rent, and arranged a job in a little used bookstore within walking distance.
The guy who owned the place was ancient and white-haired and he could be a real bear sometimes- and I do mean that literally, considering he was a shifter as well. But he cared about the people that walked in the store. Apparently he was the only one willing to take me on.
I didn’t show up to work for weeks, and I think he was willing to give me some space, knowing what I had been through to get there. I spent my days holed up in my apartment in the dark, avoiding the world. They couldn’t hurt me if I avoided them. The people I loved would stop disappearing or deciding I wasn’t good enough if I never bothered to get to know anyone. I hated life. I hated the world. I thought I was better off alone.
And then one day my boss charmed the landlady into letting him into my apartment- it was the seventies, that probably wouldn’t have worked these days. I was furious with him. Just what did he think he was doing, invading my privacy like that? Couldn’t he tell I should wanted to be alone?
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye, and said, “Charles, you can’t hide from life every time it hurts you. If you let yourself sit here and suffer in the dark, the people you’ve lost suffer with you. There’s so much joy to be found out there. Let your friendships shield you when the world bares its fangs, and you’ll find that you don’t suffer half as much when you’re hand in hand with the people you love.”
In the face of that incredible kindness, all I could say was that I didn’t have any friends. And you know what he said?
[ He tucks a hand under Kasumi’s chin, lifting her gaze up to meet his. ]
He said, “Well, you’ve got me.”
gdi charlie stop making her cry
Because Charlie has been through so much--he's been alive three times as long as she has been, even--and she's been so caught up in her own affairs, in her own memories of times that she'll never be able to return to that she couldn't see what she'd put him through, that she'd made herself a ghost to him when she hadn't meant to become anyone's ghost.
A ghost is what Keiji is to her, by now; no matter how much she wishes for it to be otherwise, memories of him only remind her more and more that he's gone. That there won't be any more memories going into his graybox, no more opportunities for that.
And it isn't right for her to rob Charlie and the others, to rob herself that opportunity when she's alive. ]
Charlie--
[ And that's all she manages to get out before her voice is choked out by a sob, and she raises a hand to cover her mouth as another one escapes. And then another. And probably, another, until she finally manages to breathe out a thank you in between. ]
oops sorry
[ He wraps his arms around her shoulders and draws her close. This isn’t the first time she cried all over him, and as much as he wishes, it’s unlikely this will be the last. He’ll hold her for as long as she needs. ]
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Luckily it's only a few short moments of quietly crying against Charlie's shoulder before she manages to calm herself down, at which point, she tries her very hardest to be chipper playful Kasumi. ]
--Just, don't tell anyone how much I've cried in front of you, okay?
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What are you talking about? I've never seen you cry.
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This is why you're literally the best.
[ She brushes her thumb against his cheek. ]
Thank you, so much. And I'm sorry. For everything.
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I know. I... I know, it's just... Back home, Charlie, no one knew I existed. No one's supposed to know I exist, or something bad could happen.
[ Like the batarians waging war on the Alliance. ]
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But right now the worst thing that happens from my knowing you is that the beer in my fridge keeps mysteriously vanishing.
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Or blood all over your carpet.
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[ Her hands drop from his face to his shoulders. ]
You know this is going to be really dangerous. And a lot more sneaking around... Steve--he's switching things up a little bit.
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I'm going to enchant the shit out of your hideout.
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You're going to enchant the shit out of my hideout.
I love it. And I love you, for doing that.
[ So hi, have a Kasumi hug. ]
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God dammit, I missed you.
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They are pretty much dating. ]
I missed you and your stupidly pretty face so much, too.
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You think I'm pretty?
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Uh, yeah. Prettier than Cap, even.
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