[ Cisco says it simply, without explanation; there had been a period in his life where he'd tried to curtail his own chattiness. It had been just one of the many things he did to try to be the son he thought his parents wanted. He'd tried not to talk so much, had dressed how they wanted, had pretended to care about the things they wanted him to. In the end, it hadn't changed anything; that had been right before he'd given up trying to please his family, entirely. After that, he'd swung in the opposite direction. ]
You never gotta worry about talking too much to me. The sky's the limit.
[ Then Cisco himself goes silent, watching the shifting energy. He isn't looking at the monitors; he can examine the readings later on. For now, he just wants to watch this, to see Genji do his thing up close. When Genji says few have seen it and lived, Cisco huffs a small laugh. It's the sort of comment that might have elicited a little thrill of fear, if someone else had said it. But Cisco trusts Genji, knows that it's the truth, rather than any kind of threat. ]
Could you always... did someone have to teach you to do this?
I will keep that in mind then. I am glad to have found such a kindred spirit.
[ It's said lightly, but he genuinely means it. Cisco is one of the few people he has met in his life that he has felt a near instant connection with. Genji is quite glad to consider him a friend.
He rolls a shoulder. ]
There is some sort of innate understanding, but there is training involved. It usually starts around twelve years of age.
[ Genji closes his eyes and exhales, and the green glow slowly vanishes like steam dissipating in the air. Any longer and he would start to get exhausted, or wear down on his systems.
He wipes at his forehead with the collar of his shirt. ]
I doubt it's a coincidence it happens around the time puberty starts, mind you. [ He explains a little more about what he knows of the dragons, how he was trained and how they manifest. The legends their father would tell them, and how he wonders now if those stories were meant to control more than to inspire.
'Real life is not like the stories our father told us' his brother said. He's not wrong. But Genji takes a different meaning from them now. ]
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[ Cisco says it simply, without explanation; there had been a period in his life where he'd tried to curtail his own chattiness. It had been just one of the many things he did to try to be the son he thought his parents wanted. He'd tried not to talk so much, had dressed how they wanted, had pretended to care about the things they wanted him to. In the end, it hadn't changed anything; that had been right before he'd given up trying to please his family, entirely. After that, he'd swung in the opposite direction. ]
You never gotta worry about talking too much to me. The sky's the limit.
[ Then Cisco himself goes silent, watching the shifting energy. He isn't looking at the monitors; he can examine the readings later on. For now, he just wants to watch this, to see Genji do his thing up close. When Genji says few have seen it and lived, Cisco huffs a small laugh. It's the sort of comment that might have elicited a little thrill of fear, if someone else had said it. But Cisco trusts Genji, knows that it's the truth, rather than any kind of threat. ]
Could you always... did someone have to teach you to do this?
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I will keep that in mind then. I am glad to have found such a kindred spirit.
[ It's said lightly, but he genuinely means it. Cisco is one of the few people he has met in his life that he has felt a near instant connection with. Genji is quite glad to consider him a friend.
He rolls a shoulder. ]
There is some sort of innate understanding, but there is training involved. It usually starts around twelve years of age.
[ Genji closes his eyes and exhales, and the green glow slowly vanishes like steam dissipating in the air. Any longer and he would start to get exhausted, or wear down on his systems.
He wipes at his forehead with the collar of his shirt. ]
I doubt it's a coincidence it happens around the time puberty starts, mind you. [ He explains a little more about what he knows of the dragons, how he was trained and how they manifest. The legends their father would tell them, and how he wonders now if those stories were meant to control more than to inspire.
'Real life is not like the stories our father told us' his brother said. He's not wrong. But Genji takes a different meaning from them now. ]