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No. Not this time. Face it: you had your chance, and you blew it. I'm not going to risk letting you try again. [Tony takes a step forward.] Give me the ring.

[As he does, Tony realizes that Gene is shaking. He still sounds pretty out of it, too, and Tony starts to worry that Gene's about to have some kind of mental break. That's concerning for Gene's sake, but slightly more importantly, it could also be really bad news for everyone else. The Mandarin losing his marbles just as he is returned to his full reality-warping powers? Yeah. That's not gonna end well.

Tony hesitates. Then, with a grimace, he powers down the repulsor and turns his hand over, beckoning instead of threatening.]

Come on, you don't want to do this. Please, Gene. I'm giving you a chance to do the right thing here. [Please take it. I don't want to have to put you down.]

[The ring is loud. At least, it is in Gene's head. There's nothing he wants more than to put it on, and it's practically whispering that he should. It's almost like it wants to be reunited with its fellows.

When Gene speaks again, his voice still has some of that trancelike quality.] I am doing the right thing. If I have all of them, I can...I can take down M-- the enemy, [he says, catching himself. He's not that far gone, though it sounds like he's trying to convince himself of this, not just Tony.] We can go home. And I can fix everything. [That's all he'd ever wanted, at the heart of things. To fix the world, drive the chaos from it. Ruling would have just been a neat perk.

All the while, he can hear the ring - or maybe it's not the ring, maybe it's just his own half-crazed mind trying to rationalize things away - whispering poison in his ear. Kill him. Put the ring on and rid yourself of this pest. He will not be able to stop you. Nobody will.

Or is that his mother's voice, carried over from the dream?

He swallows again, his mouth dry. This is all he's been seeking for years, and the ring is practically humming in his hands, so close is it to its fellows. He wants it. He wants it. And why shouldn't he have it? He could do so much good with it, but aside from that, it belongs to him. He'd found it, he'd activated it, it's his by right of birth and combat!

There's one thing Tony will never understand about this: There's nothing so sweet as power to someone who's never really had any.

He reaches for it, and realizes what he's doing, and curls his fingers into a fist around the ring, the spikes on the band and the points of the gem digging into his skin, half-waking him up. Struggling to do it all the while - what are you doing, put it on, claim your birthright, embrace your destiny! - he finally manages to hold the ring out to Tony. When he opens his hand, Tony can see that he'd gripped the ring tightly enough for some of the spikes to draw blood.]

Take it, [he says, half-begging, sounding more like himself than he has this entire time, more like the teenager he is instead of the man he's trying to be.] Take it, please. Take it away from me before I...before I do something I'll regret. [His eyes are closed and he's half-turned his face away from Tony, tears threatening to spill forth from his eyes and his mother's voice from his dream echoing around his head.

Take it or be unworthy as my son!

Giving it up hurts. It hurts more than anything he's ever had to do, but he knows for a fact that he can't be trusted with it, not yet. Skul and Amelia had given him another chance when by rights he deserved none. He doesn't want to disappoint them. He doesn't want them to know how tempted he is to just put it on and blast Tony and all who oppose him into atoms before getting the real work done.] Take it, take it, take it, I can't have it, it's too much. I'm not ready, I'm not ready for it yet. [He's barely aware that he's speaking. He just wants Tony to take it away from him...before he succumbs to his weakness.]

[Gene starts talking about fixing things again, and clenches his hand around the ring, and for a horrible moment, Tony's afraid he made the wrong call. Fire! the ruthlessly practical part of him demands. Take him down while you still can! But Tony remembers Gene's scream of agony as Tony twisted his dislocated arm, and the sickening self-loathing he'd felt, and he can't bring himself to do it.

Then, still quaking violently, Gene uncurls his hand and holds the ring out to Tony. He begs Tony to take it, sounding more like himself than he has this whole time.

It's almost too easy -- what's the catch? Tony nearly says. But he doesn't hesitate. He takes another step forward, snatches the ring out of Gene's hand, and quickly deposits it in the shielded pocket in his armor.]

Thank you, Gene, [Tony says.] I'll... keep it safe. [You're never going to be ready, he doesn't say. He's not going to tell Gene this, certainly not now while he's so unstable, but Tony doesn't intend to give the ring back. Ever.

Maybe one day he'll be able to forgive Gene for what he's done, and rebuild some of the trust they'd once had. But he doesn't think he'll ever again trust Gene enough to let him have all ten rings.]

[When the ring disappears into the shielded compartment in Tony's armor, the temptation stops - and a good thing, too. Gene had been about to tackle him in a suicidal rush, wanting the ring back so badly that he didn't care if he took a repulsor through the chest in his attempt to get it back, get it back at any cost.

And when the armored pocket closes, he practically collapses, still shaking. Idiot. Idiot! He knows he's done the right thing, and he'd thought that would make him feel better about giving up the one thing he's wanted all his life to someone who nearly ripped his arm from his socket not even a fortnight ago.

It hasn't. It hurts worse. He had it, he had it in his hand, all of that power...and he'd let it slip through his fingers. Last time, the Overlord had summoned it; this time, he'd given it up, willingly.

And he has no illusions that Stark will ever give it back of his own free will.

He lies on the ground for a moment, shaking, weeping, the hand that had held the ring clenched into a fist, a trickle of blood seeping through his curled fingers. Then he pushes himself up off the ground into a sitting position, pushing his glasses up to wipe his eyes on his sleeve, before turning back to face Tony.]

Do you believe me now? [he asks, trying to keep the tremor from his voice.] The old me wouldn't have given it up. Especially not to you.[He looks at his wounded hand, the blood looking black in the moonlight. Like a monster's, he realizes dimly, remembering the sibilant whispers in his head goading him to don the ring and kill Tony.] Or am I still irredeemable?

[Tony stands there silently as Gene collapses crying onto the ground. Well, this is awkward. Is he supposed to, like, comfort him, or something? That would be sort of... weird, since Tony had been threatening to kill him just a second ago. Or at least seriously injure him by blasting him through a wall.

And yet Tony does feel bad for Gene. Just a little. He gave up the ring of his own free will, even though he's obviously devastated by the loss. And that's actually a pretty big deal. Gene's right: the old Gene, the one Tony remembers from the Makluan ship, would never have relinquished any of the rings.]

I... I believe you're willing to try, [Tony says slowly.

He'd believe it a lot more if Gene handed over all the rings, but Tony's not gonna hold his breath for that.]

[Gene smiles. It's less a smile than a wounded animal baring its teeth, but the rictus could potentially pass for a smile. In the dark. To someone blind.]

That's a start, [he says, getting to his feet. But yeah, Tony...never gonna happen. You wouldn't give up your armor, would you? Nah. Didn't think so.] I'm going to need it back later. When...when it's time to fight what we were brought here to fight. We're going to need all the firepower we can get.

But I can't have it right now, [he says, far less shakily than he did before.] I can't handle that kind of power the way I am now. You've seen the proof yourself, [he says nastily.] I'm working on it. I have people who are helping me. [The 'which is more than you ever did' is wisely left unsaid.]

[Okay, he was feeling sorry for Gene, until he went and got all snotty about it. ~~Y U GOTTA BE SUCH A JERK, GENE.~~]

Yeah. Well. We'll see about that, [Tony replies tersely. He'd rather try to take on Malicant without the Mandarin, first, and keep the final ring as a last resort.]

I'm so happy for you, [he says, with only slight sarcasm. He crosses his arms.] They do say that the first step is accepting that you have a problem.

[Gene continues to smile nastily. He hadn't meant it in a snotty way, but if that was how Stark was going to take it...!] We might not be in a position to see about it. Like it or not, Stark, we have a common enemy now. [Again. He sighs, his shoulders slumping.] I'm willing to put this conflict aside if you are. I...

[He swallows again, putting a hand on the back of his neck.] I want to start over.

[Aw, lookit him, trying to be the bigger man.]

[Great, Gene's being all noble, and now Tony feels like the bad guy again. How come you always bring out the worst in me? he thinks bitterly.

No. That's not fair. That's his problem, not Gene's fault. Just because Gene can be a huge dirtbag sometimes ~~all the time~~ doesn't mean that Tony's right to retaliate in kind. Their fight on his first day here had showed him that.

Fine. If Gene's going to take the moral high ground, Tony will suck it up and try to follow suit.]

...Okay. A fresh start. [He takes a deep breath, choking back all the nasty things he's tempted to say.] I guess, since you did give up the ring, you... deserve another chance.

[This time, Gene's smile is small, but genuine, and it's gone so quickly that Tony could be forgiven for thinking it's just a trick of the dim light.] Thanks, [he says, and it sounds sincere.] I'll try not to fuck it up this time.

[He takes a breath. Then another.] ...you know I'm sorry, right? For...everything. [He'd said as much after the fight, but he wasn't sure how much had actually stuck.] I know it doesn't fix anything. But...

[Tony uncrosses his arms and rubs the back of his neck; the same gesture of discomfort and uncertainty that Gene had made only a moment before.] I know. I know you're sorry. And no, it doesn't fix anything. But... Thanks. It... it does mean something, that you're sorry. Even if it doesn't change anything.

[He sighs, and looks away, his hands falling to his sides.] Would you change things? [Tony asks, very quietly.] If you'd known, would you have done anything differently?

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[For a moment, Gene's speechless. How can he-- how can he even ask that? It takes him a moment of looking both shocked and offended before he manages to say,] Of course I would. I never wanted it to happen like that. I...I never thought things would...

[He'd been blinded with anger and a desperate hunger for agency, to shape his own destiny. And he'd change a lot if he could - not even kidnapping the right Stark, like he would have changed a few weeks ago, before he'd been sent back and the shit had hit the fan.

He feels remorse. Genuine, gut-twisting remorse. It's not a sensation he feels all that often, and he's not sure what he thinks about it.]

I don't want to hurt you anymore, [he finishes lamely.]

Okay. Thanks. [That... does actually make Tony feel better. It's one thing for Gene to be sorry that people got hurt because of what he did, and another for him to admit that people got hurt because what he did was wrong. The second kind of apology carries a lot more weight.

Tony sits down on a low wall and opens the armor's faceplate.] You could have just asked for our help, you know, [he says, sounding frustrated.] If you'd been up-front with us from the start, we probably would have helped you. If you hadn't lied and manipulated us, if you hadn't tried to use your power to rule the planet... things might have turned out okay. [We could have done amazing things together, if you hadn't screwed it all up.]

I had no reason to think you would help me, [Gene admits simply, looking down.] I had no reason to think anyone would want to help me.

[And there it is, the chief difference between them. At least when Tony had suffered tragedy after tragedy, he'd had people who looked after him, people who wanted to help him. Gene hadn't had anyone. He'd grown up with the incontrovertible truth that people were bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling to a man, and the equally incontrovertible truth that he could only rely on himself. Even his mother had left him - not of her own free will, but she'd left all the same, left him alone to Zhang.

He's not sure he can forgive her that, for dying when he needed her most.]

[What a horrible way to live, Tony thinks. Sometimes he forgets that Gene was raised by a ninja gang and a crime boss stepfather who didn't give a shit about him. Maybe it's not such a surprise that he turned out so messed up.

Even that can only explain so much, though.] But... once you came to the Tomorrow Academy, we were helping you. Couldn't you see that? [he asks, confused, the frustration in his voice rising.] You didn't have to betray us when you got the fifth ring. You could have kept the rings, and we could have still been friends, and studied them together, and used them for good. You-- you sacrificed yourself to save Pepper! It was the most... noble thing I'd ever seen anyone do, and then you turned right back around and stabbed us in the back! Why?

[Of all the awful things Gene did, this was the betrayal that hurt the most, because Tony just doesn't get it. It doesn't make any sense. He doesn't understand it, and he doesn't know how he can forgive Gene for something so baffling, so cruel, so pointless.]

You had your own agenda, just as I had mine, [Gene says, the bitterness returning to his voice, and stops. When he speaks again, he sounds...sad.] I had already gone too far. You were Iron Man, I had your father...I didn't see another way. Might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, [he says, bitterness creeping in again - but this time, it's directed at himself.]

I couldn't figure out how to save the situation. And I didn't want to. Not after...not after finding out that you were my enemy. I guess I wanted you to hurt like I did. But it didn't help. It made things worse. [Like I always do.

He swallows hard again. He can't stop the words, he's held them in too long.] You know I nearly came crawling back? I'd forsaken the rings. I threw them away. But then they activated this map...and it was easier to go after them than to go after you. You wouldn't have forgiven me. There wasn't a point. I don't know. Maybe I thought that once I had them all, I could fix what I'd broken.

[He laughs without humor.] What an idiot I am!

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[Tony stares at Gene. He doesn't know what to say. After a long minutes of silence, he lets out a strangled laugh.] So you dug yourself into a hole, and your solution was to keep digging? And what, hope if you dug deep enough you'd eventually pop out on the other side? [~~WHAT A STRANGELY FAMILIAR STRATEGY~~] You are an idiot.

I guess it didn't occur to you that apologizing and admitting you messed up and bringing my dad back might have gone a long way towards getting me to forgive you?

It didn't, [Gene says savagely.] You wouldn't have forgiven me. You wouldn't have had a reason to. Look me in the eye and tell me you'd have done anything but toss me in prison. No. I'd gone too far. You'd understand, if you'd ever messed up that badly. You'd understand that I had no way out.

[Not even twenty and he's already screwed his life up beyond repair. Much to his horror he can feel tears starting to form in his eyes, and blinks them back.]

I did this to myself, [he declares. He's not blaming it on anyone else, like he might have done earlier, before he'd had the time or inclination to think on his sins.] I'm not content with ruining my own life, am I? No, I have to go and ruin everyone else's.

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Maybe I would have, if you'd given me a reason to! Do you think it was fun, hunting down someone I'd thought was my friend? I hated it, but you didn't leave me any choice! I didn't want you to go to prison, I just... I just wanted my dad and my friend back. [Tony's shoulders slump.]

I kept hoping you would, [he says sadly.] That you'd show up with my dad and say that you messed up and wanted to fix it. And that we had been your friends, and you were sorry.

[Tony shrugs and looks away.] Maybe that's dumb. Maybe it wouldn't have worked. I guess we'll never know, [he finishes, the last words tinged with bitterness.]

[A surge of anger floods through Gene at Tony's words.] You've got a funny way of showing it. I came back, half-dead, begging for your help, promising to return your father to you! And you spat on me and called me 'monster'! But I kept my word, Stark. I gave him back to you, and I left. You. Alone. You were my friends! You were the only friends I'd ever had! And none of you wanted anything more to do with me, ever again! I didn't have anyone, I didn't have anyone left! You were the last thing keeping me human, and you turned your back on me!

[He's half-yelling now, tears in his eyes obscured by his tinted glasses.] What does it matter, anyway? If I told you I was sorry, you would have never believed me! Well, I am sorry, do you believe me now? Or will you turn your back on me again?

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[Tony looks up, anger blazing again in his own eyes.] Well, you have a funny way of apologizing. "I ditched your dad with another supervillain, you need to come help me in my quest to take over the world so he doesn't get horribly murdered before you ever even get to see him again"? Not really what I was looking for! Was that supposed to be what convinced us to take you back? You took every chance you had to hurt us and drive us further away, and you're mad because we didn't come running after you?! What did you expect? Gah!

[Tony throws up his hands and stands abruptly. He starts pacing, fuming.] You-- you keep doing this, acting like it's my fault that you got hurt when you were doing it to yourself! You turned your back on us, not the other way around. God, Gene, you expect people to feel sorry for you, but any time you have a chance to make things right, you piss it away, and turn on anyone who might have been willing to help!

[Tony wants to grab Gene by the shoulders and shake some goddamn sense into him. Don't you see? Don't you see what you're doing? How can you still be so dense?]

You can't-- you can't do something horrible, and then just monologue about how you only did it because you were sad, and expect that to suddenly make it okay!

No, I... [Words are failing him. He's losing, he's losing the one chance he had left. A frustrated scream builds in his throat. Stark's not understanding. Stark's not understanding because he doesn't want to understand, he's not listening because he's already decided that Gene's guilty. Stark's appointed himself judge, jury, and executioner, and he's just looking for reasons to hurt him now. His voice is weak.] That's not...I'm trying to tell you why I did it. I was acting like a wounded animal because I was a wounded animal, I...

[It's no use. They're too far apart. They can't cross this chasm between them, not with words alone. Then he has an idea. One stupid idea that's liable to get him a repulsor somewhere vital, but it's the only idea he has left.]

Telling you why isn't working, [he says, his voice broken,] so I'll just have to show you instead. [And there's a pulse from the crimson ring, treating Tony to his very own private show.]

----

This ring is your destiny, Temujin. [He loves his mother. It's just the two of them against the rest of the world and that's okay with him. Destiny is a word for the future.]

--

[And now she's dead at Zhang's hand, and Gene's tempted to gloss over this part, but he doesn't. He provides a helpful highlight reel of what Zhang's done to him, how it turned him bitter, how it turned him cruel. And how the thought of one day reclaiming his mother's ring from the man's corpse keeps him going, keeps him obsessed with destiny, that future word.]

--

[He's fifteen years old and watching TV, and he sees the Makluan ring on Howard Stark's hand. His heart skips a beat. Could it be? It looked just like the one Zhang had stolen, only green instead of purple. The thought of asking for it flits through his head before he decides it's stupid; rich men don't give up their prizes. White men don't give up the artifacts that were never theirs. It's a story told in every museum. No. If he wants it, he'll have to take it, like he's had to fight for everything in his life. And he begins formulating a plan.]

--

[Disaster. Stark hadn't had the ring on him, and Zhang had caught Gene and taken the ring back, beaten him soundly, and thrown him into the dungeon. He lay curled up on the stone, his shoulders shaking, trying not to cry loud enough for Stark to hear in his adjacent cell. He's a failure, and he'll never be good for anything.]

--

[At first, when he meets Tony, it's simple manipulation. He'd hardened his heart to thoughts of friendship - who would want to befriend him, worthless child that he was? But he's starved for friendship, starved for affection, and it doesn't take long for him to genuinely appreciate his friends too. There's always that voice in the back of his head, that toxic thing telling him that it isn't real. He knows that it is, and it scares him.]

--

[The idiots went off looking for a ring without him and he has to troubleshoot from afar. At least, when they're not hanging up on him. His heart's in his throat as he tries to piece together the temple's puzzle from what Rhodes is telling him over the shaky mobile phone connection, and when he figures it out and saves his friends - his friends - he has to collapse on his bed as the adrenaline drains out of him. He'd come too close to losing them, even though he knows he eventually will.]

--

[He feels love for the first time since he was six.

It takes months for him to realize that's what it is, and by then it's too late.]

--

That's what I was trying to tell you on the plane. I'm Iron Man. [Shock. Shock/hurt/pain/fear/sadness/anger/hurt/pain/shock/sadness/despair/despair/despair.

Anger.

Despair/anger/despair/anger/despair/anger/madness.

They all knew. They all knew, and they never told you. Stupid child. They were never your friends. They were working against you the whole time. You don't deserve friends. He's not sure whose voice that is in his head. Maybe it's his own.

But still he shoves Pepper out of the way of the dragon and takes the hit himself. He half-hopes it'll kill him.

Not noble, Tony. An act of desperation.]

--

[It's several hours before he comes to his senses, and he nearly howls with how much he's burned and lost in the depths of his anger and despair. He wants to go back, but he can't. He can never go back to them again. The only way to go now is forward. For better or worse, the die is cast.

And maybe...maybe once he has all ten...maybe he can build those bridges again.]

--

[He goes back to Stark twice, because he has no choice. One of the only people who's ever given him a kind word now can barely stand to look at him. Monster. He takes the word and makes armor of it in their time apart, because if he doesn't, he'll crumple and wither.

Monster? Very well. Let's see how much of a monster I can be.]

--

[It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't supposed to go this way!

All that talk of destiny, all the claims of how he could be a great ruler and bring peace to the world when he was old enough...all of it had been a lie. A lie he'd bought into, and brought the world to the brink of destruction. Even when he's trying to fix his mistakes all he gets is unkindness and misunderstanding.

He's worthless. He's been a pawn this whole time, dancing to the Makluans' tune.

Still he fights. He's left alone, and he fights. He tries to take on the Overlord in a suicidal rush, and even gets a few hits in.

The electric shock that he thinks kills him is almost welcome. At least he won't have to live with himself anymore.]

----

[Gene's collapsed to his knees again, actually weeping now. The drawback to doing that was that he had to relive the memories too, most of which he'd rather forget.]

Now do you see? [he asks, his voice hoarse.] I'm not asking you to absolve me. I know it was wrong. I know I don't deserve forgiveness. I just want you to know why.

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[There's a flash of crimson on Gene's hand, and Tony feels a rush of horror and panic, and reflexively takes a step back. He knows what that means; he's felt that invasion before and he never wants to feel it again, but there isn't time to scream "no, don't do it, don't you dare," because Gene is already inside his head, and someone else's memories are playing out in Tony's mind like a nightmare he can't wake up from.

He gives a strangled cry and falls to his knees, clutching his head. The armor's life support detects the sudden surge of adrenaline and registers a possible emergency; the faceplate closes again to seal off the outside environment. Tony barely notices.

stop stop stop get out get outgetoutgetoutgetoutGETOUT!! But he can't stop it. He has no control over the images and sensations and emotions that have hijacked his brain.

And they're horrible. They're a cascade of experiences as vivid as the day they were lived, one after another after another. They are memories of fear and anger and pain and terrible loneliness, and regret that burns like a hot coal in his stomach.

He understands. He doesn't want to.

It's worse, so much worse this way, because now he can see that everything they've done to each other was as unnecessary as it was inevitable. It shouldn't have been this way, but it was the only way it could be. Like two massive stars locked together in a decaying orbit, doomed to consume each other and tear each other apart.

It was easier when he could blame Gene; then it could be someone's fault. But it isn't anyone's fault, not really. Or maybe it's everyone's fault. All of them making the wrong choices, over and over, in a horrible blind game of chess that none of them knew they were playing. It doesn't make sense; it's pain and pointless tragedy and it didn't need to be like this. It's heartbreaking. It's inescapable. It's too much. It's too much.]

Stop, [he sobs, falling to all fours. He can't take any more.] Please, please stop.

[In another life, Iron Man - Tony Stark - falling to his knees and begging for mercy would have been the sweetest music Gene had ever heard. Now he's disgusted that there had ever been a version of himself so blind, so cruel. And yet it's a part of him, as much a part of him as the one that still hungers for the ring encased in the shielded pocket in Tony's armor. He's borne full witness to the ugliness in his soul, and let it run rampant. And now he doesn't fully know how to rein it back in. Gene laughs, and it's as bitter as Tony's ever had the chance to hear from him.] Yeah. I want it to stop, too. But it won't stop. Not for me. This is what I have to live with. This is my life.

[He doesn't even try to stand up. He knows he'll fall.]

Now you know, [he says, his breathing harsh.] Our friendship was - was the one thing I had in my life that was mine. Inviolate. And when you put on that armor...it was all over. I didn't have anything left. I didn't have anyone left. I thought you had betrayed me. So I betrayed you right back.

[He laughs again, and this one sounds almost unhinged. It's the laughter of someone who's been put through a crucible of his life's devising, the sound of a man at the end of his rope.] It's like we were fated to hurt each other. That's destiny.

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[Tony moans and hunches over, curling up on the ground as if making his body smaller can somehow diminish the turmoil in his mind. He's shaking inside his armor, still reeling from that high-definition director's cut of a lifetime's worth of suffering.

He feels like a piece of Gene's soul has been shoved inside him, like a shard of jagged glass. He's seen Gene's torment through Gene's own eyes, and part of him wants desperately to hold Gene and tell him that he's sorry, he's so sorry that the world has been so cruel; that no human being should ever have to go through what he did.

And another part of him is still furious. If he had the breath, he'd be tempted to turn to Gene and scream, "this, this is exactly what I was talking about! This is why you don't have any friends!" What the hell kind of person thinks an appropriate reaction to a misunderstanding with someone is to drop the psychic equivalent of a nuclear bomb on them, without warning or consent? Gene has a really bad habit of taking his own legitimate pain, and inflicting it on people who had nothing to do with hurting him in the first place. No freakin' wonder no one wants to try to help you, Tony thinks, with practically incandescent exasperation.

He can't speak; he doesn't know what to say. Anger and empathy and sorrow and frustration are all tangled in his mind, and he can't decide which to give voice to first. He doesn't even know where to start.]

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/pushes Isildur into Mt Doom/ whoops my hand slipped

I passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Gene-ladriel.

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Tony's such. an ASSHOLE. god.

/mashes their faces together

just get married already ugh

well gene DID offer him a ring on bended knee, and he accepted. that's as good as a proposal, right?

yeah, totally. OFFICIALLY MARRIED

u may kiss the shitlord

i now pronounce u big gay nerd and bigger gay nerd

we could have had it aaaaall, rollin' in the deeeeeeep~

literally ANYTHING else you could have done would have been better, Gene

he's never been taught how to make good choices

they're both fucking morons

it's so true. it's SO true

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I don't know who taught you the definition of "apology," Gene, but that ain't it

how's this then?

gene. no.

enjoy that tasty, tasty secondhand trauma, Tony.

USE YOUR WORDS, GENE, NOT YOUR FREAKY COSMIC MIND CONTROL POWERS. GO TO TIME-OUT RIGHT NOW.