[ Herc has hardly been sleeping, since that week. keeping himself busy, as though it might make up for everything he said and did. he hasn't spoken about it with anyone, likely won't. Chuck hasn't asked, and Herc won't volunteer the information. the closest it came was with Yancy. ]
[ he can't really imagine what it is she might need, but Herc is not one to turn his rangers away- certainly not Miss Mori. It's for this reasons he'll be waiting out front, hands in the pockets of his coat and looking out into the dim light of the city ]
[ They've never been close in so much that they're not the kind of people to get close. Herc had raised a son and reared him in his own image; Mako's adoptive father had done the same and both Stacker and Herc, well — they'd been as dissimilar and alike as Chuck and Mako are today. But underneath at all there is a certain commonality. Somehow rangers manage to be as tightly knit as warp and weft, but also as removed and as distant as stars in a single constellation.
There are certain things Mako never talked about with her father, and while Herc isn't her father, he is her commanding officer (the two so confused in her mind that it's as good as for her).
She meets him after a few moments. Nothing about her looks amiss, but Mako's always been good at putting up a good front. ]
[ the thing is, Mako Mori has been part of his life by proxy since she was picked up in Tokyo; his own life a strange parallel to Stacker Pentecost's own since they'd joined the PPDC together. being a father and a superior officer was a delicate line to toe, and Herc doesn't know when his own view of that line became blurred beyond recognition. he's not sure what she wants of him, but he doubts, somehow, it's official business. there'd be no real need to keep it from Chuck or Raleigh or Yancy.
he studies her for a moment, as though he might be able to discern from a flicker in her perfectly schooled face as to what might happen in the coming minutes. he nods. ]
[ Like Herc, Mako's not entirely sure when exactly the line between father and superior officer grew so unclear. Once it had been a defining point in her life, the boundary over which she was never allowed to step. As a result her identity as a daughter had become sublimated more and more and Stacker's role as her father became less and less; he was the marshal and she was his little ranger, and what had come before in the past was left there for the sake of having one more soldier.
Perhaps it was coming in here in the first place — the closing of the Breach, having Chuck with the again and alive. Maybe part of Mako thinks she's entitled to something of her own, a small selfishness in the wake of so much self denial. ]
Permission to speak freely, [ she asks, her attention turned outwards towards the city proper, its lights sparkling with vitality despite the quickly approaching witching hour. ]
[ her attentions turns outward, and Herc thinks perhaps that should be a sign that he would do the same. but now that his attention is on her, focused on the strangeness of this impromptu meeting, he finds his gaze unwilling to wander. it's for that reason that he forces his gaze away, following her own into the city ]
[ The wind picks up in the silence that follows, filling it with the shimmering whisper of sand against distant windows. For the past week it's been getting into things, finding its way into the buildings despite shuttered windows and shut doors. A sign of some danger approaching, no doubt.
Mako knows that she should be focused on it and at the ready, but she's distracted and she's afraid that distraction will come between her and doing her best. ]
Did you ever make plans? [ It's a question she's never asked before, one that she's hardly even considered for herself. They were all meant to die at the bottom of the sea. Some of them did, but all of them. ] For after the war.
[ the wind is punctuated by her voice, and once it ends the sentence a pregnant pause follows it again. Herc lets himself think on it, for a moment; how many times he'd heard fellow soldiers talk about the end. wives and kids to go back to, people that didn't live and breath and sweat the PPDC. when he was in the Air Force, he joined in on those topics of discussion. that he had a boy and he was with his beautiful wife and the kid was learning how to bake. his birthday was coming. that he was going to retire and go back to surfing.
when Jaegers came into the equation, he kept his mouth shut when the conversation came up.
and maybe that's why he answers her honestly: because yeah, he's a marshall now, but he hasn't been for most of his life. he's always been one of the boys, one of the rangers, one of those out there fighting and not calling the shots. putting his life on the line, not watching others do it for him. ]
Nah. [ he answers, and his voice is low and coarse, like he hasn't used it for a while, when in truth it's half to do with his sleep habits. ] Pilots don't retire.
[ he'd heard it somewhere, some kind of lilting rhyme about kaiju getting you first. ]
[ The UNSC has a phrase; Mako has heard it through the grapevine more than once. The phrase goes: Spartan's never die — which is funny, because as far as Mako can tell, they can just fine. But it's not meant to be literal and shouldn't be taken as such. The phrase serves as a testament to the Spartan verve, to how their duty transcends all, even death and how their memory lingers in the same way history eventually passes into legend.
The PPDC has no such slogans. Everyone knows that rangers die. They die all the time.
Which is why Herc's answer doesn't surprise Mako. In fact, in many ways she'd been expecting it. She doesn't pity him in the same way that she doesn't pity herself. If they died, they would do so to the full service of their duty and for Mako there is something honorable in that, not something to be mourned. Most people wouldn't see it that way, she understood, but their lives weren't lived and spent for their approval. And yet, for some reason, his response gives her pause, her next question already waiting for him, held on her tongue regardless of his answer. ]
What if Chuck wanted to retire? [ The question's loaded, maybe more than it ought to be, but Mako isn't about to say I. (He's not her father, but he's as good as. As close as.
And daughters want for their father's approval.) ] What if he wanted something for himself?
[ he doesn't take a breath, doesn't hiss as though she's just slipped in under his defenses and jabbed him with a short blade through the ribs, into his lungs. the question does just as much, because while the question is thinly veiled (what if i wanted something for myself?), Herc gets stuck on Chuck because that's what he's always done.
his gaze sweeps down from the faint city lights, and it betrays the sting her words pack. he rolls both shoulders, not in a shrug but as though he might release tension, or roll off the attack (however unintentional it may be). ]
Then he'd have t'quit while he was ahead.
[ Herc wouldn't see it as lacking; didn't think Raleigh was lacking when he'd left. people have their priorities— Herc knows his own are skewed. knows he'd carved out a destiny for Chuck when he'd dragged him into this war.
it was too late for himself. too late for his son. if Chuck ever wanted something for himself, it was to be better, to be the best, and they never spoke outloud of anything else he may desire. ]
[ Herc looks away and Mako can feel very distinctly the motion of it; she experiences it keenly against her own senses and it turns her expression hesitant and regretful for as long as the moment lasts. This is uncertain ground for her, and while the unknown has never truly frightened Mako, the thought of a personal life is anathema to her. It, in many ways, feels like a failure. (Chuck isn't the only one who wants to be the best. He isn't the only one to be frustrated by it either.) ]
Are we ahead, sir? [ asks Mako.
It's not that she intends to take him up on his offer, but she grew up in a world belonging to the kaiju. By the time she came into her own, everything was so choked up on desperation, she had no idea what it was like to be "ahead" of disaster's curve. ]
[ strangely, Herc feels like he's walking on eggshells, like he's been thrown into a crossfire and left utterly unarmed. like he's facing off Leatherback and their Jaeger is immobile. discomfort has him rock onto the balls of his feet, then settle again. he recognizes he's fidgeting and forces himself to stop. to refocus himself he turns his gaze toward her, the briefest of glances before looking back out. it makes it less about him, just that glance; has him return his attention to the girl who's approached him with an abstract question.
because this isn't about Chuck. ]
Ahead as we'll ever be.
[ he finally concedes, and tucks his hands back into his pockets. ]
[ It isn't about Chuck but, in a way it is. It's about children who were raised within the shatterdome's walls, children who grew into adults that don't know how to live in a world without war. For all that Mako and Chuck seem different — his anger and her quietness, his ego and her reservation — they are more alike than most people will ever realize. Herc, however, has a better idea than most. He'd seen them grow, seen them stunt and then flourish but in incomplete ways (good soldiers, better rangers, but half-made people at the end of the day).
It isn't about Chuck but it could be. (If he'd survived. If.)
Mako clears her throat and when she finally speaks, her voice is quietly confessional. ]
—I don't feel ahead, sir. [ It's a difficult thing to admit. ]
[ he hums, which isn't really an answer, but her statement doesn't exactly ask for one. he gets it, knows why she points to Chuck the same way Chuck points to her and they all point at Max. there's a conduit there because their rangers and that kind of talk isn't easy. can't be, when you go into battle every day. wearing your heart on your sleeve doesn't work when you're going out to fight a war.
but as much as Herc is a soldier, he's also a father. he was also married, once. so he hazards a guess: ]
[ Mako makes a face which is almost too childish to qualify as a wince. For all that she plays her cards close and for all that she tries to maintain a composed exterior, there are certain emotions that her features betray far too readily and sentiments that express themselves not only in her face but her entire body.
She doesn't like feeling that she's been obvious or clumsy with the conversation and the fact that Herc already can guess the problem (he's a father, and sometimes fathers know these kinds of things) makes her feel gawkish and inelegant. To overcompensate, she resets her shoulders and juts her chin a little in stubborn reassertion. ]
He wasn't always a soldier. [ He knows what it's like to want things and he speaks a different language than Mak and Herc and Chuck. That makes things difficult sometimes. ]
[ it's a process of elimination, and to Herc's eye the only thing the rangers have is one another. he can't imagine anyone else getting under Mako's skin this way, and while he doesn't know the intimate going-ons between the others (even Chuck's life, here, is half a mystery to him— made more so with the lack of a drift) it could be none but Raleigh.
he's a father, and that plays into it, but he'd never been much of a good one. if asked, he'd shrug off that particular detail. ]
Nah. [ Raleigh's been a civilian longer than any of them, the years he'd backed out to climb the Wall ] But you figure it out, or it falls apart.
[ things with his wife hadn't fallen apart (he'd been retiring for a reason), but they'd never had a chance to. he pauses, briefly, before adding: ]
War's over. It's something you can think about now.
With all due respect, sir— [ Mako doesn't have to say it, but she does. ] —you don't. Chuck doesn't. [ They don't talk about it, but she knows. It's in his demeanor, the way he stands and the way he talks. As far as Chuck is concerned, there will never be more for him. His sentence has already been written, with a period tidying it up at the end — a closed loop into which nothing new could be allowed. (They're soldiers, always have been. It's not something that they lament.)
Raleigh had told her once, (a brief moment in the conn-pod, seconds before the dead drop of initialization), I never thought about the future until now and when he'd said it she'd known (the Drift connecting them) that he'd meant the both of them and that, in knowing her, he'd imagined an entire life together. And to be honest, that thought that made Mako more nervous than any engagement at the bottom of the sea. Not fear, per say, but a roiling kind of anxiousness that spoke to her in ways that nothing else in her life ever had.
Mako continues to stare out at the city. The next question is difficult to eke out, but she tries not to struggle with it. ]
Would he have wanted this for me?
[ He. It's the first time Mako has spoken about Pentecost to Herc since their arrival in the city. Even with his passing, the thought of him lingers and even with him gone, Mako is still struggling to be the daughter she thinks he hoped she would be. ]
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I'm up.
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[ Which was to say away from the classroom where the others were sleeping. ]
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[ he can't really imagine what it is she might need, but Herc is not one to turn his rangers away- certainly not Miss Mori. It's for this reasons he'll be waiting out front, hands in the pockets of his coat and looking out into the dim light of the city ]
( i x : d 1 : late night )
There are certain things Mako never talked about with her father, and while Herc isn't her father, he is her commanding officer (the two so confused in her mind that it's as good as for her).
She meets him after a few moments. Nothing about her looks amiss, but Mako's always been good at putting up a good front. ]
Thank you for meeting me, sir.
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he studies her for a moment, as though he might be able to discern from a flicker in her perfectly schooled face as to what might happen in the coming minutes. he nods. ]
No worries.
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Perhaps it was coming in here in the first place — the closing of the Breach, having Chuck with the again and alive. Maybe part of Mako thinks she's entitled to something of her own, a small selfishness in the wake of so much self denial. ]
Permission to speak freely, [ she asks, her attention turned outwards towards the city proper, its lights sparkling with vitality despite the quickly approaching witching hour. ]
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Permission granted.
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Mako knows that she should be focused on it and at the ready, but she's distracted and she's afraid that distraction will come between her and doing her best. ]
Did you ever make plans? [ It's a question she's never asked before, one that she's hardly even considered for herself. They were all meant to die at the bottom of the sea. Some of them did, but all of them. ] For after the war.
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when Jaegers came into the equation, he kept his mouth shut when the conversation came up.
and maybe that's why he answers her honestly: because yeah, he's a marshall now, but he hasn't been for most of his life. he's always been one of the boys, one of the rangers, one of those out there fighting and not calling the shots. putting his life on the line, not watching others do it for him.
]
Nah. [ he answers, and his voice is low and coarse, like he hasn't used it for a while, when in truth it's half to do with his sleep habits. ] Pilots don't retire.
[ he'd heard it somewhere, some kind of lilting rhyme about kaiju getting you first. ]
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The PPDC has no such slogans.
Everyone knows that rangers die. They die all the time.
Which is why Herc's answer doesn't surprise Mako. In fact, in many ways she'd been expecting it. She doesn't pity him in the same way that she doesn't pity herself. If they died, they would do so to the full service of their duty and for Mako there is something honorable in that, not something to be mourned. Most people wouldn't see it that way, she understood, but their lives weren't lived and spent for their approval. And yet, for some reason, his response gives her pause, her next question already waiting for him, held on her tongue regardless of his answer. ]
What if Chuck wanted to retire? [ The question's loaded, maybe more than it ought to be, but Mako isn't about to say I. (He's not her father, but he's as good as. As close as.
And daughters want for their father's approval.) ] What if he wanted something for himself?
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his gaze sweeps down from the faint city lights, and it betrays the sting her words pack. he rolls both shoulders, not in a shrug but as though he might release tension, or roll off the attack (however unintentional it may be). ]
Then he'd have t'quit while he was ahead.
[ Herc wouldn't see it as lacking; didn't think Raleigh was lacking when he'd left. people have their priorities— Herc knows his own are skewed. knows he'd carved out a destiny for Chuck when he'd dragged him into this war.
it was too late for himself. too late for his son. if Chuck ever wanted something for himself, it was to be better, to be the best, and they never spoke outloud of anything else he may desire. ]
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Are we ahead, sir? [ asks Mako.
It's not that she intends to take him up on his offer, but she grew up in a world belonging to the kaiju. By the time she came into her own, everything was so choked up on desperation, she had no idea what it was like to be "ahead" of disaster's curve. ]
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because this isn't about Chuck. ]
Ahead as we'll ever be.
[ he finally concedes, and tucks his hands back into his pockets. ]
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It isn't about Chuck but it could be. (If he'd survived. If.)
Mako clears her throat and when she finally speaks, her voice is quietly confessional. ]
—I don't feel ahead, sir. [ It's a difficult thing to admit. ]
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but as much as Herc is a soldier, he's also a father. he was also married, once. so he hazards a guess: ]
This about Becket?
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She doesn't like feeling that she's been obvious or clumsy with the conversation and the fact that Herc already can guess the problem (he's a father, and sometimes fathers know these kinds of things) makes her feel gawkish and inelegant. To overcompensate, she resets her shoulders and juts her chin a little in stubborn reassertion. ]
He wasn't always a soldier. [ He knows what it's like to want things and he speaks a different language than Mak and Herc and Chuck. That makes things difficult sometimes. ]
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he's a father, and that plays into it, but he'd never been much of a good one. if asked, he'd shrug off that particular detail. ]
Nah. [ Raleigh's been a civilian longer than any of them, the years he'd backed out to climb the Wall ] But you figure it out, or it falls apart.
[ things with his wife hadn't fallen apart (he'd been retiring for a reason), but they'd never had a chance to. he pauses, briefly, before adding: ]
War's over. It's something you can think about now.
( i x : d 1 : late night )
Raleigh had told her once, (a brief moment in the conn-pod, seconds before the dead drop of initialization), I never thought about the future until now and when he'd said it she'd known (the Drift connecting them) that he'd meant the both of them and that, in knowing her, he'd imagined an entire life together. And to be honest, that thought that made Mako more nervous than any engagement at the bottom of the sea. Not fear, per say, but a roiling kind of anxiousness that spoke to her in ways that nothing else in her life ever had.
Mako continues to stare out at the city. The next question is difficult to eke out, but she tries not to struggle with it. ]
Would he have wanted this for me?
[ He. It's the first time Mako has spoken about Pentecost to Herc since their arrival in the city. Even with his passing, the thought of him lingers and even with him gone, Mako is still struggling to be the daughter she thinks he hoped she would be. ]