Chapter 225
This was the problem with planning in a vacuum. Hastur had struck me as more genuinely well-meaning than most of the gods Id encountered. He wasnt actively trying to kill me, didnt pass around any classes or abilities that immediately made me a target, and was relatively straightforward about what his goal was. It was a low bar, but Id still taken some small solace from it.
Now, though? That solace was gone.
Nicks account changed things. Maybe I was wrong, and Keith was a genuine threat, but it felt too tidy. Too convenient. It reeked of manipulation, gaslighting, with threads of psychological torture and brainwashing. Which was ironic, as now that Id thought about it, hed used similar tactics with me. I hadnt recognized them for what they were because hed been so damn positive in his delivery, almost edifying.
Probably why hed gone that route.
Despite having everything in the world to say about his experiences, my temper had flared, and I didnt want to get it wrong. So, instead, I spent most of the next hour telling Nick everything. And I mean everything. It took longer than I expected, spanning from the story of my father and the man who killed him, then jumping ahead to the first encounter with the Allfather of Chaos, to what really happened those first few days, to my encounter with Hastur and my side of things in the towerincluding the artifact and ability Id gained.
His reactions were mixed. I could tell it hurt that I hadnt shared my history, though he understood. When I admitted to withholding my User status in the early days, he tried to keep his face neutral but anger showed through. He was still angry when I told him about the events of the transposition, but it felt as if that anger was no longer targeted solely at me. As I went on, detailing the astronomical amount of trouble holding the Ordinator class had put me in almost by default, his anger faded. When I told him what happened to Sae, tears welled up in his eyes. And by the time I finished outlining my abilities, including the new acquisition, he looked uncomfortable, maybe even a little scared.
Nick whistled a low pitch. Well based on everything youve said about it, guess its a good thing it was you ended up as the Ordinator instead of some megalomaniacal asshole.
I gave him a pointed look.
I mean, youre only an asshole sometimes. Nick protested, and I couldnt help but snort. And youre way less of an asshole than you could be, all things considered. nove(l)bi(n.)com
Thanks.
Seriously. Nicks expression was grave. Think about what would have happened if the wrong person ended up with your class. Someone like Sunny.
Or Aaron.
Nick shifted uncomfortably. Youve dropped bits and pieces about the trial over the years, but I didnt know he was that Aaron.
Not really where I expected to find him either. I admitted, sieving a clump of sand between my fingertips. Bigger problem is theres a solid chance I am the wrong person. Or worse, the right one, if thats what the Allfathers going for. Nick seemed to take issue with that, and I pressed ahead before he could cut me off. Come on. I just told you my history.
Far as Im concerned, the Givens asshole had it coming. He killed your fucking dad. Nick snapped, oddly vehement. An incongruity struck me.
I studied Nick carefully, filtering out any accusation from my voice before I spoke. I never called him by name.
Who?
The shooter.
Nick opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. You uh, mustve at some point
No. I didnt, I said.
Fuck, fine, just chill with the third degree. Nick massaged the bridge of his nose. You went super cold the first time I asked about your dad, and it made me wonder if there was something more there. I might have gotten curious and looked him up when I was in the hospital with too much time on my hands, which eventually led the discovery that not only was he deadthere was a puff piece in the telegram about a certain hero mom defending her children.
I couldnt believe it. Not what he was saying, but the subtext. You already pieced it together.
No. Nick shook his head, looking more than a little guilty. I mean, not at first, anyway. Not until I met your Mom and saw firsthand how timid she was while you were on the other side of the table, cold, calculated and withdrawn.
And you still wanted to be friends. I asked, more than a little dumbfounded.
Course I did. Nick shrugged. And while it was harrowing to hear you tell it, I still feel the same way. I guess its an extreme example of what Ive always admired about you. If you get it in your head that something unpleasant needs to be done, you dont wring your hands or obsess over what might happen, or feel sorry for yourself. You just get it done. God. I wish I could do that. I really do.
Bullshit. He rolled his eyes, but didnt look at me.
I ignored the denial and moved on. I watched you lose things I never even had. Watched you lose everything. But despite what you went through, all the bullshit you endured, you were always so quick to help others. Even when it drained you, or ended up being a massive pain in the ass, you did it anyway. Somehow, you never stopped caring about people, no matter how badly they disappointed you.
Sounds idiotic. Nick mumbled.
No. I shook my head. Its just your nature. Youre a good person, youve always been. And anyone who tries to smother that is a fool. We need people like you. Now more than ever.
He stared down at the sand. Im not sure thats true anymore, Matt. Not after what I did.
You didnt do shit.
I was gonna
You didnt do shit. I repeated. And maybe I forced your hand, and you picked wrong in a moment of panic, but you had all the time in the world to end him before I got there. So no, Nick. I didnt use Subjugation on you for a reason. Because I dont want to change who you are.
Despite the somber nature of the discussion, Nick smiled. Sing my praises all you want, but you cant preach being true to myself if the same doesnt apply to you.
I looked away. Its different.
Its not. Nick punched me in the shoulder. If our roles were reversed trust me, I would have tried like hell but I dont think I would make it here. Christ. You made some hard fucking calls. Maybe I get a few of them right, but not without turning into a whimpering sack of trauma potatoes on the floor. You were making these calls, and spinning a dozen other plates, all while drop-kicking the wolves from the door.
Too many metaphors. I grumbled.
Point is, Nick let the word hang. I wouldnt change you either. A cloud darkened his bright expression. Though all this has me wondering where we go from here.
There are a few possibilities. I sighed. At the very least, I need to get Kinsleys dad out. No clue how. Considering the extent everythings spiraled out of control were basically blown. But our best bet after that is probably to run. Keep squelch active 24-7 until we find a way to
Deal with the geas.
You know. I finished.
Nick frowned. But its weird.
What is? I asked, only half-listening as Id already started working how much of a pain in the ass getting out of the tower and dodging the Order was going to be.
The Order is full of killers, people with pre-dome combat experience. So it tracks that Hastur would want to harden up his less experienced members.
Uhuh.
Nick winced. Uh, I realize what Im about to say is probably pretty rude.
Just say it. I said, drafting a message to Kinsley.
Why the hell did he want you to change at all?
Because I trailed off, simultaneously seeing what he was driving at and finding myself completely clueless.
Huh. I hadnt thought of it until now, mostly just chalked it up to offering me an incentive I hadnt known I wanted, but Hastur had essentially tried to force a transformation with a result that would leave me and Nick in opposite spaces. A net zero. That was strange. Implied the existence of an angle I had yet to consider.
When I said as much, Nick jumped to his feet and nearly stumbled in the sand, eyes all but bugging out of his head. Holy shit.
