[Kaz is sure that he barely even registered on Cipher's radar now. He's nothing to them. Always has been nothing. Controlling him had been as easy as controlling anyone else. Make him the right offers, and he accepted them, because he wanted a home more than anything. And Cipher had taken just one look at him, and knew how he felt about Snake.]
[Briefly he wonders if Paz ever had a home? He had family, but he never felt at home with them. Not until the MSF. He knows it probably was the same for her, to some lesser extent. Kaz fucked up. He lost everything. And he's pretty sure he'll never get anything back.]
[Nothing he's done has made him whole again. That must be part of it, then. Why he doesn't rail on her for being a traitor, much worse than he'd been. A spy, who solidified his eternal paranoia.]
[And when she smiles at him like that, he's reminded of something, like that day she got sick and he decided to act like a stupid taunting boy, or making dumb puns out of their names.] My guitar came in the mail. The one that had been on the base. It should be at the bottom of the ocean. [And at one point, he'd nearly broke it in a rage. Because no matter how long he played it, it didn't feel like home. Not until he was sitting near people he'd known.]
You still remember that song I wrote? ...Wait. It was- [only a few days for her. The weight of time hits him again. For him? It's been years. But his fingers remember. The moment he had his arm back, immediately he'd known. For all she resents the plastic smile, it reminds him of that.] I guess maybe we could play it sometime. [Since they sort of missed Peace Day and all.]
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[Briefly he wonders if Paz ever had a home? He had family, but he never felt at home with them. Not until the MSF. He knows it probably was the same for her, to some lesser extent. Kaz fucked up. He lost everything. And he's pretty sure he'll never get anything back.]
[Nothing he's done has made him whole again. That must be part of it, then. Why he doesn't rail on her for being a traitor, much worse than he'd been. A spy, who solidified his eternal paranoia.]
[And when she smiles at him like that, he's reminded of something, like that day she got sick and he decided to act like a stupid taunting boy, or making dumb puns out of their names.] My guitar came in the mail. The one that had been on the base. It should be at the bottom of the ocean. [And at one point, he'd nearly broke it in a rage. Because no matter how long he played it, it didn't feel like home. Not until he was sitting near people he'd known.]
You still remember that song I wrote? ...Wait. It was- [only a few days for her. The weight of time hits him again. For him? It's been years. But his fingers remember. The moment he had his arm back, immediately he'd known. For all she resents the plastic smile, it reminds him of that.] I guess maybe we could play it sometime. [Since they sort of missed Peace Day and all.]