[ Once upon a time, it would have gone against Noh-Varr's nature, as well. But that part of him, the part that railed and bucked against an imperfect system, has since been stamped down by loss of agency, loss of structure, the loss of everything he every held dear. The CDC gives him a chance to get that back.
To Hinata, the idea of structure like the CDC must feel extraordinarily alien, but to Noh-Varr, it's the closest thing to a Kree ship he can get outside of his homeworld, from which he's been banished. To have known a collectivist culture and been cut off from it is painful, and he yearns for that with an almost physical longing.
It's what makes it so difficult for him to abandon his origins no matter how much he professes to love Earth. It's what makes it so easy to accept what the CDC does and the way they do it. Because world-destroying isn't just the CDC's purview, and they can't take anything away from him that would feel worse than what he's already mourned. ]
It isn't, is it?
[ Sending a letter. It would be intercepted. Would it even reach them, on that patrol ship? Is that patrol ship even in this universe? This dimension? Too many variables. And besides...
He doesn't reach out to touch Hinata directly; his presence is instead felt through a gentle cant of his head, letting the top of the younger man's head graze against his jaw. It's soft. ]
I haven't sent a letter. [ A beat, then, more honestly: ] I wouldn't know what to write.
[ Hinata can't see it, but there's a rueful smile on his face. Noh-Varr has never been a good communicator. ]
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To Hinata, the idea of structure like the CDC must feel extraordinarily alien, but to Noh-Varr, it's the closest thing to a Kree ship he can get outside of his homeworld, from which he's been banished. To have known a collectivist culture and been cut off from it is painful, and he yearns for that with an almost physical longing.
It's what makes it so difficult for him to abandon his origins no matter how much he professes to love Earth. It's what makes it so easy to accept what the CDC does and the way they do it. Because world-destroying isn't just the CDC's purview, and they can't take anything away from him that would feel worse than what he's already mourned. ]
It isn't, is it?
[ Sending a letter. It would be intercepted. Would it even reach them, on that patrol ship? Is that patrol ship even in this universe? This dimension? Too many variables. And besides...
He doesn't reach out to touch Hinata directly; his presence is instead felt through a gentle cant of his head, letting the top of the younger man's head graze against his jaw. It's soft. ]
I haven't sent a letter. [ A beat, then, more honestly: ] I wouldn't know what to write.
[ Hinata can't see it, but there's a rueful smile on his face. Noh-Varr has never been a good communicator. ]