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[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]

((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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Or what? I'm not scared of you.

I may refuse to hurt you, but there are others who would do so without hesitation.

[He may be good, but he's still just a kid in a building full of super soldiers.]

So let them try. I'm not backing down. I'm not allowed to.

I wouldn't suggest backing down, however, I also wouldn't suggest picking fights with people who are stronger than you.

[He wonders why no one's tried to give this Jack a chance at a normal childhood now that he isn't in Liberia. Vamp isn't exactly the one to know about regular childhoods, but it seems strange...]

Hn. I'm not picking fights. You're the one lying about who you are and then trying to take my weapons.

I wouldn't have done so if you weren't aiming your gun at me straight off and demanding information.

[He frowns, folding his arms.]

Are you being taken care of?

My orders are to gain intelligence, and if I don't I will be punished. There's no room in war for useless soldiers.

[He finally sheathes his knife.]

Sir looks after me. He feeds me twice a day now, if I'm good.

...

This isn't war. Not here.

[He looks down at Jack sadly, his annoyance forgotten.]

You don't deserve this. I'll have a word with Solidus.

[He blinks.]

I do not deserve to be looked after?

[He frowns, clutching his AK.]

He took me in when my parents were killed, he is my family. He cares for me. He has faith in my abilities. He hasn't done anything wrong, but everyone treats him like a monster!

[Oh, if only he knew.]

No, you don't deserve to be forced into combat. You're a child. You should be playing games and sports and whatever else regular children do.

[He isn't angry at Solidus... he knows his story. He's more angry at the situation right now.]

I know he isn't a monster... he used to be my boss. But I also know that this is unacceptable now that it can be stopped.

[Maybe he failed his Jack, but he can help this one...]

[The concept of "regular" children was lost on him.]

There's nothing for me or my unit outside of this. If we aren't going to fight, we may as well just ask Sir to slit our throats right here.

Don't talk like that.

[He thinks about Jack's night terrors as he watches this boy... it would be too late for him to avoid that, but why should he continue?]

There is more to life than fight...ing.

[He pauses in the middle of his sentence, then trails off. How is he planning on helping him, exactly? Vamp himself doesn't know anything but fighting.]

...I'll speak with Solidus.

[He scowls.]

You don't understand. Sir told us it's either fight for him or die. There isn't time for other things. There's no point in other things.

[He tries to think about what kids his age were supposed to do, but he had no idea.]

...There's no point in anything but doing what I'm told. To serve in the Army of the Devil until I die, whether it's tomorrow or in a few years.

No, you grow up to be an excellent man. I couldn't know better. I simply don't know how to make you happy.

[Just another reason why trying to help this one would probably backfire. He can't even make a relatively stable adult happy.]

But I assure you, there is much more to your life than this.

...I don't care what I grow up to be.

[And it's obvious; the boy cares for nothing, really. His eyes are empty, devoid of any real emotion aside from the occasional flicker of annoyance.]

I don't care for happiness. I don't care for pain. I don't care for tears. All that matters is that I am a good Devil and kill who I am told to kill. Otherwise, I don't care.

[He doesn't like what he hears. Particularly not when it begins to remind him of himself during the past five years.]

[He suddenly very much wants to talk to his Jack.]

How would you like to be trained in advanced knife fighting, Jack?

[Maybe he can find a way to get the kid to trust him, and slowly help him from there.]

I already know how to kill someone with a knife.

[He pulls out his blade again, staring at his reflection in the cold metal.]

...I got this on my tenth birthday. I felt for just the right spot, and I slit the throats of ten prisoners.

[And he hadn't felt a thing whilst doing it.]

They were my candles. Sir said if I didn't blow them all out I wouldn't get my wish... but I didn't care for the wish. My wishes never come true. I was only doing what I was told.

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