[that's all the warning he gets before she shuts the locket, buries her face in her hands and screams in frustration. fucking Tarz. maybe if she had fought harder, he wouldn't have had the chance.
but she can't regret things now. there's no room nor time. and she has to call Zuko back.]
I know who sent those. Hopefully he'll have fled Caer Scima.
Which brings me to my point -- I was told you have a lasso.
[ zuko doesn't know anything — from tarz to the creatures, to him, it'd merely been a creature of the seelie, not a specific man. didn't everything inevitably come from the seelie core? ]
It's what I used to try and tame them. I know I shocked them; I tried to make them obedient to me, but I didn't stick around too long to see if it worked. Some of them followed me and seemed to do as I say, but I don't know if it worked. [ reluctantly, he admits: ] I really didn't like the look of them.
Their master is no better. [he hurt her, he hurt the Brucolac, he hurt Ennis. and now he hurt Caer Scima.] Do you think the lasso will work on the Jabberwock?
You know how it's rumoured La Llorona tries to kill you sometimes? It almost got me. I tried to burn it, but a part of me knew the lasso would protect me. And it did.
[ he had never wanted to use it. after morla's explanation of its capabilities and very few limitations, he had felt uncomfortable with the notion the weapon he had latched upon his hip was able to make anything obedient to him. controlling someone, rendering them empty of their true selves, wasn't what zuko wanted in life. ]
La Llorona's the biggest forest in Caer Scima and it listened to me. [ he's still surprised by such a thing. no one listens to zuko. ] I think it will work on the Jabberwock. It has to; Morla enchanted it for me, and if what El-Melloi said is true about her probably being the only one to control it, it's our only chance at stopping it.
Our only chance at returning it to where it came from. If it can calm the forest, then it's more than likely you're right.
Right now I don't have a definite location of it -- Professor's supposed to contact me when there's one. But the instant it is...how quickly can you get from place to place?
Nothing will happen. [ zuko's never been optimistic when it comes to himself, but when his friends find themselves in troubling situations, he always has a few hopeful words to give them. cassie's no different, even though it discomforts him to think she believes she'll run into trouble. he doesn't really blame her, but given he took to the boiling rock despite knowing how horrible that volcano was to ensure sokka wouldn't be stuck there for the rest of his life, it's difficult for him to stand back and not hijack the flying sky bison she takes to her own boiling rock. ]
[ he hopes so, too. but whenever zuko wishes for something to go his way, it never does. and the drabwurld has shown its true self to be no different to his own world. ]
Not exactly, but when it settles, I'm going to go over and see if I can get near it. Touch is supposed to help soothe it. If I wasn't needed here, I'd be following its path, but such as it is.
I'm coming back. [ he knows he doesn't belong here. caer glaem may be gold and bright and vibrant, following a code that speaks to him, but it isn't his home. he's a traitor walking through it's walls. he feels as he had when he had returned to the fire nation beneath azula's manipulative hands. out of place and sticky, his own flesh feels as clammy as a humid day even within the suite he's taken to. maybe, in some other life, he would've liked it here, but he truly doesn't. ]
I just have to do this thing or else ... [ he doesn't know what will happen, but it frightens him. he's dealt with this before, but instead of being threatened with being a disappointment, he had it burned into his face. his voice drops, defeated slightly, ] I may not have a place to come back to.
[ his voice is hot and unwavering. ] And if it fails, we're getting out of there.
[ even if he has the lasso that can tame almost anything, he's not going to stand idly by trying to whip the jabberwock into a trap within its rope if grell's slowly rotting away. the unseelie will find a way to tame it without him — he has faith that their castle may be destroyed, but their spirits aren't. ]
No. [ he'll never properly discern himself as a leader among friends. he isn't the fire lord with them — he may take to the leadership role out of duty and his own desire to spread peace over the world, amending for the mistakes of his father and his father before him, but he never wants to abuse his power. ] I'm saying that as your friend.
[ he doesn't know what he was expecting. did he want her to fight him on it? to stomp her foot and inform him he had no right to tell her what to do? even toph, at her most wilful, would, in her own way, give into him. zuko may consider a lot of people to be friend potential — and he'd even lay his life on the line for anyone, even a mere acquaintance — but only for those he truly likes and respects would he jeopardise a mission that he can easily accomplish in order to save someone else. ]
[ he's glad she doesn't say anything. it'd be too confronting otherwise. ]
Morla will be able to figure out a way to stop it. [ she has to; he believes so much that it's her essence within the lasso that will stop the jabberwock. why else would she request they bring it back to her? ] But I doubt it's going to come to that. If you know you can touch it, I believe you. And I'll try and help you in any way I can — maybe that's what it needs, anyway. [ he shrugs. ] A touch.
It won't have that chance. [ and it's with confidence he'll need to begin to feel, he says: ] I won't let it.
[ lasso of obedience, remember? zuko will make it lick her hand with no teeth. if it so much as thinks to harm her, he'll damn morla's own rules and burn the jabberwock as if he's a dragon himself. it doesn't deserve to die — he thinks it should be given a chance to live, but zuko's too easily swayed to anger when someone he cares for is in danger. before, that'd been too muggy, rendering him blind to those who flanked his sides unwaveringly, but no, with a plethora of worldly lessons under his belt, he knows someone or something like ozai doesn't deserve leniency (even though he often grants it, regardless). ]
[she has to. she has to trust her allies, those dragged across time and space to be here, to rage against the forces of light and order lest they all lose everything far too soon.
(maybe, they're friends. it's a word she's hesitant to overuse, unless she knows the sentiment is the same she'll never voice it.)
she would trust him regardless, from what he's taught her, what she's seen with him -- but this cements it. they have to do this.]
TELEPATHYYY hi zuko hope you like voices in your head.
[ so, apparently thomas is in fact friends enough with zuko that he can project into his head. surprise, buddy! ]
Zuko. Can you hear me? This is Thomas. Minho, Teresa and I are on our way to Azure from Caer Scima now. Have you left yet? If you get away from the battle and get the chance, let me know you're okay.
TELEPATHYYY hi thomas not even your sexy voice is welcome.
[ perhaps thomas is able to get a read from zuko. perhaps that's how he knows it is zuko he's reached. he's thinking of mai, and how much he misses her, a girl with pale skin and black hair, and knives within her sleeves as he knows she'd easily smack him upside the head and tell him he's an idiot for not taking care of himself. and he imagines uncle, chuckling in the background, as it's always been him that takes to zuko in such a manner. ]
[ but, of course, it's all ruined my thomas' voice. ]
Thom — [ zuko knows the voice isn't coming from his locket, despite him beginning to address him as such. the charred contraption is deep within his pockets, and he usually feels it vibrate with heat when someone chooses to call him. he peers around, uncertain of himself, as he's been taking to his own wounds. ]
[ and that's the diamond in the rough — trust. she trusts him. she trusts him to ensure her life isn't crushed beneath the foot of a jabberwock, just as zuko reciprocates with his hand in hers, knowing she'll have his back regardless of what's to transpire. ]
[ it's a scary thing, but it's one that instills him with confidence. ]
I'll try and keep an eye out for it. But once I'm done here, making sure those things aren't coming back, I'm going to the Station.
[ it's with hesitancy he even adds: ] One of those things got me. [ he's quick to add: ] I'll be fine. But the Station's less in shambles than the infirmary at the castle is.
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