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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.

On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.

This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun!

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( truth telling isn't something jon has a problem with, considering he's usually pretty honest--and when he does try to lie, he's extremely bad at it. still, he wanders between the fourth floor and the tenth floor looking for his friends, stops in the tea rooms every once in a while to pick up a snack.

he has access to a couple non-private rooms: the robin's nest on the tenth floor, and mondo's workshop on the eighth. he can be found lingering around the both of them, sipping on some iced tea in the tea rooms, calling out "here, godzilla!" between floors in the search for his missing collection of puppies, or stopping by friends' rooms and knocking on them to make sure they're not spending a little too much time hurting themselves wandering down memory lane. )

[ It hasn't been too long since Mondo last saw Jon around ー after all, they share a workshop space. But it hasn't felt like it used to be ever since that day. The day when Jon notices something that he's been hiding, and yet lets slide as a form of consideration. It doesn't bother him normally, it should be a situation he wished for. But right now, he just feels incredibly guilty. Like what Jon said, it's incredibly tough to keep secrets, especially from someone you care for. The bigger the affection he feels for Jon, the more it feels like he's lying to the boy daily.

Ever since the event started, Mondo's been going around, initially avoiding the workshop due to how close it is to his room. But after just a day, the urge to make things is bugging him and he had to do something. He's getting too used to tinkering that just walking around aimlessly is driving him crazy.

It's only when he's right in front of the workshop door that he realises that Jon might be inside. By now, he's figured out the whole truth-blurting effect that the event has on them. This... will mean he's gotta reveal the truth to his friend, if he happens to be there. It feels like the loser way to go, like he's borrowing this effect to be honest to Jon, but he doesn't exactly want to delay this further, nor avoid Jon for any reason.

With those thoughts in mind, he opens the door to the truth showdown. ]

( it’s not as if jon spends—a horrendously large amount of time in the workshop. he generally comes by a few times a day, even if it’s only for a few moments. jon has never been the sort who was entirely into cleaning, but since it became the superboy and robin show, he’s gotten a bit more used to picking up after himself and damian. yes, damian is perfectly capable of cleaning up his own things, but does he? not often. so jon checks the workshop, checks the robin cave, checks through rooms, usually—but not today. not with the event.

it’s on this specific room check that he gets—a little distracted, finds that wooden toy car he was working on before and starts working on it a bit more—using a piece of sandpaper to smooth down the rougher edges and starts getting to work painting it in his signature colors: red, blue, and sometimes a little bit of yellow. when mondo walks in through the door, he’s got the house of el emblem all outlined on the top, and is working on painting through the “S” with a bright red shade. he looks up when mondo walks in, raises a hand to wave to him with a smile spreading across his lips. )

Hey, Mondo! Do you want to help me finish painting this car? I’m gonna make the batmobile next. ( it helps keep his mind off of all the blood and guts he’s seen recently, at least. )

[ Mondo's eyes find Jon faster than the toy car he's holding (of course). Guilt grates against his heart when he sees that blinding smile. He tries to return it, only to majorly fail with an obvious tinge of awkward. He's really not all that good at pretending. ]

Sure.

[ They eventually need to talk, but he knows he isn't ready to burst into it without any prefaces. So he takes a seat beside Jon, studying the outlines of the paint job the boy has done so far. Well, this looks familiar... it looks a lot like the outfit Superboy dons. Does he have a car of his own back home? Or is this just the image car? Either way, Mondo likes how it's looking so far. ]

What's a batmobile? [ He asks while gripping the brush in one hand and the car in the other, keeping them close enough to his eyes to make sure he's doing it nice and neat. ]

( he doesn't, in fact, have a super car back home. the great thing about being kryptonian is flying is faster than any vehicle can go, so why bother having one? flying takes energy, but jon has an abundance of that, too. he gives the car over to mondo easily enough; he looks stressed, taking the time to put the finer details into something can really help destress people.

and even if he messes up the paintjob somehow, it's not like it's going to upset jon. a toy is a toy, it doesn't need to be absolutely perfect. jon wouldn't expect it to be. )

The batmobile's Batman's super cool car. It's got like. . three hundred and something buttons inside of it that do a bunch of cool stuff like freeze the road, and throw spikes, and throw explosives. . and there's the ejector seats and stuff, too!

( jon takes a pencil he has laying closeby, and starts drawing the outline of a vehicle on the worktable. it's. scarily accurate, down to the nuts and bolts. ) It looks like this.

[ Slowly and carefully, Mondo begins painting. Whether or not Jon expects it to be perfect, he wants to do it properly for his friend. He's not the best at doing intricate little things with his humongous hands, but he's not too bad when he focuses. Being aware of that, he doesn't continue painting when he takes his eyes of it to look at what Jon's sketching. ]

...Holy crap, that's real cool.

[ His voice is a lot quieter than usual ー it says something about Mondo "No Indoor Voice" Oowada ー however, he still looks genuinely impressed at the sight. Look at those details, damn! ]

Right, Batman is... uh, your dad's friend, right? [ Sort of. ] I remember Robin being really proud of him.

Yeah. Batman's Robin's dad. ( the pencil's turned over to start erasing the drawing on the work table; there's no need to permanently deface it to show mondo what he was talking about, jon can always just make it. he turns to their collection of wood pieces, starts looking through them and pulling out a few pieces close to the size he's looking for. )

He's a really good person, even if he called me dangerous and stuff before we ever met. I mean. . I guess he's not wrong? If I wanted to, I could hurt a lot of people, but. ( two pieces of wood in hand, and jon lifts his shoulders in a small shrug. ) I don't want to hurt anyone.

[ Mondo's this close to get pissed off about Jon being called dangerous, but thinking about it ー naturally, you'd get worried around someone with superpower if you don't know them well. After all, it's all up to them to use it in a good or a bad way. ]

Did he ever apologise for that?

[ Surely that guy knows Jon better by now, right? ]

No. But he is right. ( jon imagines what would happen if his dad turned against the world—if he used all that power and strength to hurt rather than help. it would never, ever happen, not as long as his dad was in control of himself, but. . there’s no one stronger than him on the entire planet. he can see anything, hear anything, be anywhere in less than half a second, if he needed to. he may only be one man with one body, but if history has taught them anything, all it takes is one bad man in a place of power to do some awfully heinous things.

a few more pieces of wood, and jon moves back over to a chair and grabs onto one of the sharper knives nearby, starts carving off bits and pieces of it. ) If someone mind-controlled me or something, I'd be near-unstoppable. So I don't blame him.

...

[ Mondo can't argue with that. It's true that Jon is extremely powerful, he's seen some of his powers with his own eyes.

And he knows, more than anyone else, what it's like to lose control of yourself. It's even tougher when someone else deliberately try to control you ー you can't fight it, and they're free to do whatever shit you want by using you. The thought of it alone sends chills down his spine. ]

Yeah, I heard there was an event like that here in Wonderland before. [ Emotions were amplified and people were driven crazy. And there was one which apparently tampered with their memories, too. Goddammit, he hopes Jon would never have to deal with that.

He sighs heavily and leans back on his seat, continuing his paintjob in silence. ]

......

[ It's after he's done painting one side of the car with red that he opens his mouth again. Or rather, the moment his mind stops focusing on a thing, the urge to talk starts and his tongue is uncontrollable. ]

...So, uh. [ Well, this might be for the best. He can't prolong this any further. ] There are things I haven't told you yet, Jon.

( being what he is comes. . with all sorts of risks jon would have never had to deal with if he had been born fully human, without the kryptonian powers. of course, being fully human would have put him at further risk to be used against his family; a small, defenseless ten year old can only do so much against an attacker. but jon has never been weak. he’s dealt with attackers before. with people coming after his mother. and if he had to, he’d do it again. but he also does understand—why damian is cautious with him, why he insists on keeping around weapons that could hurt jon: if jon loses himself, he’s stronger, faster, smarter than a lot of the people here, even if he is still just ten years old. his brain processes data at speeds no human brain could, retains that data. he can see things others can’t, and there isn’t much that can stop him.

the seriousness behind mondo’s tone gets his attention, though. he turns away from the knife and the wood in hand, looks up to him. )

Like what?

[ He takes a deep breath in attempt to stop himself from blurting it too fast. Though he can't stop his tongue, he learned that can at least brake it by doing something. It still won't stop him from saying it after, but it'll give him some time. Will it surprise Jon? It probably will. He believed Mondo to have a good heart, to be a hero, after all. Eyeing the sharp knife on Jon's hand, Mondo gestures for the boy to put it down. That'll be dangerous to hold. ]

I... [ He gulps, cold sweats permeating his palms. Immediately, he puts the car and the brush aside. ] I killed people before. My classmate. ...And my brother.

( oh.

he’s not sure what he expected, from mondo, but jon definitely wasn’t expecting that. the knife may have been dangerous in someone else’s hands, but honestly: an empty fist is just as bad, for jon. he knows from his tone that it wasn’t a lie. there were no signs of one (caught breath, heart missing a beat, the small facial twitches that some people make when they’re making stuff up) and mondo wouldn’t make up such a thing about. . this. would he?

jon does know that there are. . excruciating circumstances, sometimes. he remembers damian’s memory; his cloned brother being forced to kill him to please their mother. damian needing to fight back just as hard and still dying at his hands. mondo isn’t a bad person. jon knows that. if he was, he wouldn’t have been so understanding with jon; wouldn’t spend so much time building stuff with him in here, or listening to him. those aren’t things a bad person does.

like damian’s. . brother, maybe it was circumstantial. if mondo is looking like this just for admitting it, there’s no way he’s a bad person. he didn’t want to. he feels guilty about it. it’s not like he’s the joker. )

I’m--sorry that it happened. Why? How?

[ Mondo has his eyes shut, waiting for a whiplash. After all, someone you've trusted for so long, someone you thought to be your friend admitted to have killed not only one but two people before. Mondo himself can't predict what kind of emotion will hit him first from Jon. Maybe anger, maybe disappointment, maybe disgust...

And yet, he gets something completely unexpected. ]

...Huh?

[ He opens his eyes wide in disbelief.

None of that kind came his way.

Instead, he sees in Jon's eyes what he saw in Ishimaru's when he first broke the news to him: a will to trust him, despite everything. Sometimes he wonders, how in earth does he deserve people like them? Second chances and everything, he's... he's not the one should be granted that, right? Grasping the fabric on his own trousers, Mondo resolves to talk about it. He'll begin from the first murder. ]

Uh... right, well. I told you how back in my world, I was the 'Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader', right? My biker gang... Crazy Diamond, is [ Was? He'd like to believe it still exists, somewhere. ] a team my big brother started.

My big bro was this real cool guy. [ His eyes narrow slightly in the lull of nostalgia, flutters of fondness escaping his lashes. ] He was so fuckin' charismatic that all of us respected him so much and wanted to follow him along wherever he went. But... in Japan, you can't keep being in a biker gang once you've become an adult. 'Cuz to the society, we're scums. Well, 's not like I don't get where they were comin' from. We didn't do shit apart from makin' noises and breakin' things.

[ Uh, he's getting off-tangent... ] Anyway. Point is, he had to 'graduate', and someone had to take over. [ He sighs, scratching the back of his head. ] I was the 'number two' of the team, right behind him. So naturally, I had to be the next leader. But, y'know. 'course not all the members would just agree. Everyday, I'd hear people talkin' 'bout how I'd lead our team astray, shit like that...

And I let that pressure to win over me.

[ The calmness in his own voice surprises even himself, but coming to terms with what happened has helped with that, very much so. ]

I challenged him to a race on his retirement night, thinking that if I could beat him, I'd win the members' acknowledgement.

[ Mondo almost smiles as he continues, even though sadness fill his thistle irises. ] He was too powerful, both in speed and skills. He was just, way out of my league. I should've known that, but still, I got desperate, and I... crossed over to the opposite traffic lane, thinking I could overtake him. [ And that always goes well, doesn't it. Ha ha. ] Well, what can I say... those lane dividers were there for a reason. [ He tries to joke, but it probably doesn't come out the way he wanted it to ー there's no amusement in his voice. ]

A vehicle sped towards me then, and, everything just happened in a snap. [ The flash of light, the dull pain, the deafening crashing sounds. ] When I realised what was going on, I was at the other side of the road, and he... lied in the middle of the street, bleeding.

[ Even now, the image of it is fresh in his mind. ]

He didn't blame me for it, he even apologised, saying he fucked up. [ An airless laugh escapes him here. ] Can you believe that? All he asked from me was to keep the team together, the team... we've built together, he said. [ There's a limit to how much someone could be so generous, goddammit. ]

It was all 'cuz of my weakness. If I had just fought the pressure, he wouldn't have to die like that. I didn't even tell the team what happened... I let them believe that he offed himself 'cuz he was losin' to me. I was scared the team would fall apart, even if it was my job to keep them together, no matter what.

[ Now with this, Mondo's sure Jon will see him a different light. Disillusioned, maybe. ]

...Yeah. That was my first murder.

[ And that was just the beginning. ]

( jon doesn’t have any siblings, so he can’t say he completely understands the bond mondo and his brother must have had. here, he has kon, and he briefly thinks back to that event where he had thought he and kon had been raised together. kon is an amazing person, jon is glad to be able to call him his big brother, here. they haven’t known each other for very long at all, but kon has proven to be an amazing, supportive person regardless. he’s strong, courageous, reminds jon a lot of his father—which makes sense, considering kon’s supposed to be his half-clone thing. he’s taken to calling kon his older brother, and really wishes he was, so he’d still be there for him when he goes back home.

and it’s this bond that he thinks of, when he imagines the kind of pain mondo must have felt that day. jon is mature for his age, yes, but he’s still ten. a biker gang isn’t something he can really picture outside of the stereotypical movie types. he knows what it feels like to be under someone else’s shadow, but jon’s never minded clark’s. it’s all part of being the son of superman: clark outshines him now, but one day, he’ll be strong and courageous and as brave as he is—and he’ll become superman.

if he felt the need to fight his father over that, for who knows what reason, and someone got hurt--even imagining the pain he’d feel from that’s enough to get him a little teary-eyed.

mondo calls it murder, but all jon sees is a really bad accident. one that must have hurt mondo. he had only been trying to prove himself, and it went badly—so badly he lost his big brother. if mondo’s brother is anything like kon is—that pain must have hurt much worse than any crash could have caused, and from what little mondo has told him of his brother, he’s sure it did.

if an accident happened that killed his father, and he thought it was his fault, jon would have had to lie, too, wouldn’t he? to protect people. to protect his mother, and everyone else on earth. the lie would have ate at him—jon hates lies—but he would have had to.

he’s small, yes, he doesn’t quite understand exactly how that could have happened, how badly that would have hurt, but jon can take a moment to put himself in mondo’s shoes, to feel how badly it would have hurt him had he been placed in a similar situation. and he would have felt it was his fault, too. for being overly reckless and causing someone to chase after him into traffic like that.

but it’s not murder.

it was just a really unfortunate accident.

he takes a deep breath in to keep himself from outright crying, because it’s not his pain, it’s mondo’s, and mondo needs comforting right now, not jon. he leaves the pieces of wood on the countertop, moves over to mondo and wraps his arms tight around the other’s waist. )

Mondo, it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t murder him.

[ His breathing hitches at the sudden gesture, arms raising in surprise. A hug... definitely isn't what he expects to get, either. Jon always gives really good hugs, but also at the timing he needs it the most, even when he didn't notice how much he needed it initially. Still, he doesn't feel like he can return it this time round. Jon has yet to know what he's actually like ー not before he hears about what Mondo's done after. Bitterly fighting his urge, he lets his arms fall to his sides. He can't reject Jon's hugs, but he mustn't return it either. ]

It was still my fault. If I didn't get reckless, he'd still be there, he'd have some great future ahead. I took that chance from him.

[ His hands ball into fists, gripping tight that his veins are popping. ]

If I think about it now, I should've just settled it by proving them wrong and leading them properly. Facing the problems heads on, the manly way to go, y'know? And yet... I just kept going the loser way, even after that.

( jon agrees with him, to a certain extent. if he hadn't been reckless, his brother wouldn't have jumped in front of moving cars to save him. but--jon's done that, too. overestimated his skill, jumped in front of things he shouldn't have. still, he doesn't relent, keeps his arms firmly around mondo even as he continues speaking. )

No, it wasn't your fault. Sometimes--people do stupid stuff. He wanted to protect you, so he did. I don't think he'd like it very much if you blamed yourself for it for forever. He wanted you to have a future, right?

( and feeling bad about an accident for forever isn't going to get him far. ) Thinking about should haves and would haves aren't gonna help, either. It already happened. You can't change the past.

[ It's a 'stupid stuff' that costed a precious life. An important presence. His only family. He can't just dismiss it as such. It's an awful, disastrous mistake, that led to a bigger, and worse tragedy. ]

I know! [ His voice raises in the rapidly building up emotions, that he subsequently tries to control upon realisation just who he's yelling at. Jon wasn't wrong, and he wasn't upset at Jon. He can't let it out on him. ] I know he wanted me to have a future... he, he trusted me. That's why he did that. I know that.

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

But, I ruined that, too.

[ As gentle as he could, Mondo puts his hands on Jon's shoulders, pushing him back slightly so they can see eye to eye. ]

I killed someone else. And died after that.

( yelling isn't. something that jon's particularly used to. when clark gets angry, he lowers his voice. his tone gets deeper, more serious, firmer, but never louder. he imagines it's because--well, when kryptonians get too loud, things around them have the tenancy to shatter. it's why jon, too, is always careful to keep his voice low. he's broken enough windows in his time from getting too excited, thanks.

jon meets mondo's eyes easily enough. there's no judgement in his gaze, no anger or disappointment--he just looks a little sad if anything. he wants to say something like there's no way mondo's dead, because he's here, and how can he be here if he isn't alive anymore.

but he doesn't focus on that; when he opens his mouth, he speaks in a nice, level tone. asks quietly: ) But did you mean to hurt them? Did you want to kill them?

[ With his eyes locked with Jon's blue ones, he can't avoid seeing the emotion reflected in it. He should've known by now that eyes will tell him so many things, sometimes even things that he didn't want to know. But he doesn't want to run away from the truth anymore at this point. ]

I... I didn't.

[ He says, gritting his teeth. Here goes, part two. ]

I got scouted to some elite school called the Hope's Peak Academy sometime after my big bro's death. It's... where I got my title from. [ The whole 'Super High School Biker Gang Leader' thing. ] Apparently they only took in people with special talents or some crap like that, and they promised you bright future after you get outta there, but...

[ Puffing out air, he pauses for a moment before going on. This all sounds too made-up to be true, but it was his reality. ]

Dunno what happened, somehow we were locked down in the school and had to kill each other if we wanna get out. There was even this bear robot that kept claiming that it was the principal of the school, and it kept giving us 'motives' to kill. I know this sounds darned crazy ー 's all like one fucking sick joke, but it was real. People died, for real.

[ The brakes for his mouth are really not working now, goddammit. He didn't want to say it so straightforwardly, especially not to Jon, but his tongue doesn't stop. ]

...And I... let it fuck me over. It somehow knew about my big bro's death and threatened to expose it to my gang if I didn't kill within 24 hours. I was so fuckin' scared. The gang's all I got left, and I didn't want to break the promise I made with my brother to keep them together. ...But I didn't want to kill either.

Thinkin' bout it now, I shouldn't have, but I kept all those to myself. I... drove myself to a corner. It gradually felt like I was gonna go bonkers. [ There's no point regretting it now, but it was something he could learn from, for this 'second life' he's gotten. ]

And then... one of my classmates, Fujisaki, happened to say somethin' that set me off. It wasn't even anythin' offensive, Fujisaki wasn't at fault at all. 's just bad, bad timing.

[ It was overlapping series of unfortunate events. And the fact that Mondo was a walking disaster. ]

Everything just... went to black then.

[ If he closes his eyes now, he knows he can see the scene unfolding again in the back of his mind. ]

When I got a hold of myself again, Fujisaki was already dead and I was there, holding the weapon. [ His grips on Jon's shoulders weaken and he eventually lets them drop to his sides. ] I knew then, that I was the one who did it.

( so it was an accident. not--quite the same kind of accident as his brother, sure, but an accident all the same. jon can read between the lines, and he's definitely seeing that it wasn't mondo's fault... entirely. he should have fought against the school, sure, but. he's only human. he didn't want to hurt anyone.

jon raises his hand up, presses his palm to mondo's shoulder. it's mean to be soothing, i'm right here, but his expression doesn't quite match. lips twist into a frown, brows furrow, and he's--he's sad that mondo had to go through that. that he couldn't be there for him. that kind of stuff is what superheroes are around to help prevent, right?

they're supposed to be there for kids who need help. but no one helped mondo. )

It wasn't your fault, though. You didn't want to hurt Fujisaki, did you? You're a good person, Mondo. Sometimes. . sometimes bad things happen, but it wasn't your fault.

[ The palm on Mondo's shoulder is warm and reassuring, but all the more he feels how undeserving he is of all these kindness Jon's generously pouring on him. He shakes his head firmly. Unlike the first time he revealed this to Ishimaru, this time round, he doesn't intend to villianise himself. He just wants Jon to accept that yes, he's fucked up. He's done something he could never take back. ]

No, it's my fault. I was a coward who wasn't able to overcome my weakness. [ Probably still is. ] I didn't want anyone to know that I couldn't hold my own. I let everythin' to get into my head, and... I made Fujisaki pay for it.

[ Goddammit. Just thinking about it again makes him livid. Fujisaki was the Super High School Level Programmer who could've changed the world with his skills. What could Mondo do with his? And at this point it means nothing because he's... dead, too. ]

...In that school, there was a rule. If you killed someone, you could get outta there, but only if you won the class trial. They held a trial after every murder to find the culprit. If I won that time, the rest of them would be executed, but I lost, so...

[ His words trail off, knowing he didn't need to specify. ]

Thinking about it now, though, I'm glad I lost. At that state, I doubt I can do somethin' good out there. Fujisaki and the rest would just die for nothin'.

Okay. ( he’s starting to understand where mondo is going with this. this isn’t just about him killing people, or the guilt he’s feeling about it. he’s wanting jon to understand where he’s coming from, the kind of things he’s done. the mistakes he’s made. still, there’s no anger in jon’s expression as he listens—except towards the end, there. the part about mondo having to die after the trial. his nose scrunches up, but jon’s quick to drop that, too. )

I’m sorry that happened. I wish there was something I could do--my dad would’ve never let anything like that happen on our world. But I know you could do good things, Mondo. You’re still a good person. . sometimes people do bad things when they’re put in really bad situations, but. . that’s not on you, okay? That’s on that school.

What you did was wrong. I’m—not saying it wasn’t. Hurting people’s wrong, Mondo. But you didn’t mean to do it. If it hadn’t been for that stupid school, you would’ve hurt them. And your brother was just trying to protect you.

[ Again, he shakes his head. ]

There ain't somethin' anyone can do. I dunno what's goin' on out there, but not even police could do anythin'. ...Not that I thought they could do stuff, but y'know. [ He sighs. ] 's all real fishy. We didn't even know what happened outside the school 'cuz every opening was barricaded with metal.

[ The atmosphere of that school just screamed wrong. After all, it didn't make sense how all 15 of them pass out together at a classroom for no reason. There must be something bigger going on. Someone with great power in control. Then again, if there were superheroes back in his world, could the situations be somehow different? Would those superheroes be able to fight all the crap that fucked up bear robot threw at them and get them all out from there?

There's probably no point in thinking about it. The truth stands, there isn't a superhero back in their world. At least, he's pretty sure Jon and him came from a different world, not just a different country. It's still such a kind thought, though, and that's what Mondo really appreciates from his little friend. But more than anything, he's really grateful that Jon's willing to admit that he's at fault. It's... strangely validating. It's almost like Jon accepts him, despite his past wrongdoings. Well, Mondo isn't really sure whether he accepts him or not, but at least he's willing to acknowledge that and listen to everything. It's more than enough. The reassurance Jon tries to extend is like a good bonus.

Mondo knows, more than anyone else, just how much Daiya cared for him, how much Daiya wanted him to live on, how Daiya would do anything for that. It was why Mondo tried so hard to keep his promise to his big brother as a man: to keep Crazy Diamond together. If there's anything he regrets even now about dying, is that he couldn't fulfill what he'd sworn to do for his brother. He doesn't say anything about that, but the look in his eyes might tell Jon something. ]

......

[ At this point, he realises how much more aware he is of his breathing through this talk. It's like he needs to remind himself to take a deep one every time. ]

Thanks, Jon. And sorry for keepin' this from you all these time. Must feel real shitty to know that your friend's a criminal, huh.

[ In a way, he's betrayed Jon's trust. ]

( considering some of the other people jon hangs out with--nah. damian has done some things he’s not proud of, either. damian’s been through a lot. mondo’s situation is entirely different from his, but--much like damian, mondo wouldn’t have hurt anyone if he had a choice; at least, that’s the belief he’s going to stick with for the both of them. bad things happen to people. it’s part of life.

his lips twist into an unpleasant frown, shaking his head and displacing his hair all in the same movement. )

It’s not your fault. You’re not a criminal. You’re just someone who got caught up in a bad place, and I’m not going to blame you for it. I. .. I don’t think it’s right to blame someone for something they couldn’t help.

And it doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a good person, either.

( in case mondo was going to ask. jon still firmly believes in him. )

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