[ she's still not sure if she's sick of his and mori's super special bond, or jealous of it (because there was a time they were best friends and shared...maybe not everything, but mostly-maybe half of things), but she's something despite having a similar thing with her old man. she's something but doesn't talk about it, doesn't even have to acknowledge it, and (she likes to think) her dad doesn't know. he doesn't nitpick, at the very least, but when has he ever. ]
Fair. [ she'll even lead to the ferris wheel, but by the time they're cued up in the line and peering through tinted shades, she can't spot mako. ]
[She is and a little part of Raleigh thinks that she did it on purpose. Mako, that is. Mako got on the Ferris wheel because she knew they were coming over and his co-pilot has been dropping hints and then not subtle remarks.]
Think so, yeah.
[He doesn't look for Mako, he just looks at Chuck.] We could wait or--
I'm not milling around and waiting for her, no — [ chuck cuts across smoothly, shaking her head and tsking with her tongue. she slots right up in line, possibly cutting a few drunk civilians who don't even seem to care, and fully expects him to follow. ]
Come on, Be —... Just come on, unless you're suddenly scared of heights.
Good. [ there were several insults at the tip of her tongue, like glad you didn't suddenly grow a vagina after kicking slatten in her's but that's drawn out and complex and useless when she can just grab his sleeve and haul him past a few more drunk civilians (chuck was the bully who cut in the lunch line in primary) and into the booth the smiling machinist indicates for them. ]
[Raleigh was the kid who fought bullies cutting in lines in school so where does that leave them. He apologizes to a couple of the people they pass but still climbs into the carriage with her.]
[ which is petty and childish, but she's looking more to shut him up than make any logistical sense, and if insults are the way to do that, she's no above them. there's no seat belts inside, and only one side of the carriage has a bench, with the opposite side being mostly open air so they can enjoy the "view", aka a still largely destroyed hong kong under the wrappings of celebration. as the door closes and the ferris wheel cranks into motion, chuck's content to stare out at the destruction and just appreciate that it's going to be the last time that she is going to see something like this. ]
[That-- just earns her a scowl. It doesn't insult him so much as the Mako in his head, so much a part of himself now that she might as well have called his mother a whore and and Yancy a pansy assed bitch.
Which he was. But only Raleigh gets to say that.]
Shut up, Chuck.
[He takes his seat next to her without looking at her, crossing his arms over his chest, either sulking or keeping her at a distance.]
Then look for Mori in the crowd, 'cause I didn't see her in any of the carts.
[ and that's why they're partaking in this stupid kiddie, romantic cliche of a ride, to find mako. they're not up here for fun, and it'd be lying to themselves to say they were anywhere near jaeger height, so there's no deep, psychological and nostalgic reason to enjoy being up here. it's purely business. but business aside — ]
I don't mind it. Seen worse, anyway. [ and after a beat, because raleigh constantly dampens her mood and she would kind of like him to understand why this view is an excellent view, not depressing thank you very much. ] And think of it this way: last time anything like this is going to happen anywhere. You made sure of that.
[Mako and Stacker and Chuck, they all played a roll. Stacker gave his life for it, saved Chuck in the process. Chuck was willing to die for it. Mako held her shit and Gipsy and him together through a sheer force of will. And Raleigh? All he did was some dumb heroics and suck at dying.]
[ so they both suck at dying. that's about the one and only thing they have in common so far as she is concerned, and they shouldn't because she should have died. but she's trying very hard not to think like that, because her old man's already threatened (suggested) some sort of therapy and she doesn't want any of it. ]
That's how it happened.
[ and excuse you becket everything looks good on her. ]
[Raleigh thinks therapy would be good for her too. But he also gets why she won't go. He never went to his sessions either. Not saying it was healthy, just that's what happened.]
I wouldn't have done any of it it wasn't for you and Mako. And the Marshal. And you know it.
[ because they're at odds, right? opposites, and butt heads so regularly that deep, almost interpersonal conversations like these are pretty much off the table and she's regretting opening her fat mouth to explain how she viewed the destruction of hong kong. ]
Just — quit talking, [ she bids dismissively, and hunkers down in cold silence for the rest of the rotation. they were up there on the precedence of finding mako mori, but by the time they're out of the cart and shooting accusatory did you see her? no? did you?'s at each other, the other girl is nowhere to be found. so, like the dilligent, forward thinking individuals they are, they get back in the queue (he doesn't let her cut this time) and back in the cart, and almost all the way to the very top before there's a terrible screeching sound and they jerk to a stop. for a second chuck thinks the wheel is about to become dislodged and they're about to fall, but they go nowhere and she pries her white knuckled hands off the safety bar. ]
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Fair. [ she'll even lead to the ferris wheel, but by the time they're cued up in the line and peering through tinted shades, she can't spot mako. ]
Is she already on?
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Think so, yeah.
[He doesn't look for Mako, he just looks at Chuck.] We could wait or--
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Come on, Be —... Just come on, unless you're suddenly scared of heights.
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That's not what he wants but what if.]
It's not any taller than a Jaeger. I think I can handle it.
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You didn't have to shove that girl you know.
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[ which is petty and childish, but she's looking more to shut him up than make any logistical sense, and if insults are the way to do that, she's no above them. there's no seat belts inside, and only one side of the carriage has a bench, with the opposite side being mostly open air so they can enjoy the "view", aka a still largely destroyed hong kong under the wrappings of celebration. as the door closes and the ferris wheel cranks into motion, chuck's content to stare out at the destruction and just appreciate that it's going to be the last time that she is going to see something like this. ]
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Which he was. But only Raleigh gets to say that.]
Shut up, Chuck.
[He takes his seat next to her without looking at her, crossing his arms over his chest, either sulking or keeping her at a distance.]
This view is depressing, you know.
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[ and that's why they're partaking in this stupid kiddie, romantic cliche of a ride, to find mako. they're not up here for fun, and it'd be lying to themselves to say they were anywhere near jaeger height, so there's no deep, psychological and nostalgic reason to enjoy being up here. it's purely business. but business aside — ]
I don't mind it. Seen worse, anyway. [ and after a beat, because raleigh constantly dampens her mood and she would kind of like him to understand why this view is an excellent view, not depressing thank you very much. ] And think of it this way: last time anything like this is going to happen anywhere. You made sure of that.
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Wasn't just me.
[Mako and Stacker and Chuck, they all played a roll. Stacker gave his life for it, saved Chuck in the process. Chuck was willing to die for it. Mako held her shit and Gipsy and him together through a sheer force of will. And Raleigh? All he did was some dumb heroics and suck at dying.]
Humble doesn't look good on you.
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[ so they both suck at dying. that's about the one and only thing they have in common so far as she is concerned, and they shouldn't because she should have died. but she's trying very hard not to think like that, because her old man's already threatened (suggested) some sort of therapy and she doesn't want any of it. ]
That's how it happened.
[ and excuse you becket everything looks good on her. ]
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I wouldn't have done any of it it wasn't for you and Mako. And the Marshal. And you know it.
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[ because they're at odds, right? opposites, and butt heads so regularly that deep, almost interpersonal conversations like these are pretty much off the table and she's regretting opening her fat mouth to explain how she viewed the destruction of hong kong. ]
Just — quit talking, [ she bids dismissively, and hunkers down in cold silence for the rest of the rotation. they were up there on the precedence of finding mako mori, but by the time they're out of the cart and shooting accusatory did you see her? no? did you?'s at each other, the other girl is nowhere to be found. so, like the dilligent, forward thinking individuals they are, they get back in the queue (he doesn't let her cut this time) and back in the cart, and almost all the way to the very top before there's a terrible screeching sound and they jerk to a stop. for a second chuck thinks the wheel is about to become dislodged and they're about to fall, but they go nowhere and she pries her white knuckled hands off the safety bar. ]
Jesus fuck.