[For Kaz Brekker]

[plaguedrat]

It should have been a quick stop. All Rat had wanted was to pick up a new tag for Polyphemus' collar with his new address because like hell would he let Grey's cat be at risk of straying again. Polyphemus had started life as a stray and lost an eye and Grey had loved the damn thing and Rat, begrudgingly, had loved him too. 

If he'd been anything like his old self, Rat's sentimentality would have ended there. 

Waiting for the tag to print, he'd been drawn to a tank with a small colony of female mice. First one, then two, then five had crawled out of a hiding spot and pressed their little paws against the glass window. Rat had been ready to turn away until he heard a clerk mention that one of the snakes needed feeding. 

And then he'd been an idiot. 

The result of the evening has Rat walking home from the pet store carrying a plastic travel tank containing five mice as he rehearses an explanation to Marius in his head. Mostly what crosses through his head is "so much for the heartless Demon of the West District." When did he become like this? He wants to blame the city but he knows it started long ago when an escaping criminal befriended another boy in Cronos. 

Letting the ideas roll through his head, Rat keeps walking. 

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[everymonstrousthing]

He huffs a laugh, barely more than an exhale. He nods.

"I live in Dimera," he says. "Eighth Floor. Compared to what I'm used to, it's palatial. Not sure what to do with all that luxury."

On 11 February 2016 at 04:16, plaguedrat - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

[plaguedrat]

"The solution is probably to get a lover and at least three cats." He holds up his new acquisitions, "Maybe a few pet mice. At least, that's what Marius did." He only jokes about being an acquisition, a title he can claim but that he'd kill another man for using about him.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'll take that under advisement," he says, because, honestly, he can't imagine anything worse than either of those things. He'll stay how he is. "It's been a long time since I was on my own, but I don't mind it."

[plaguedrat]

"I'm sure you'll file it right by the shredder." Shrugging, Rat continues on walking. He's curious how Kaz got that limp but not stupid enough to ask. It would get the same response as if someone were to ask about the scars on his back.

"I used to prefer being alone. Easier to survive that way."

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz hasn't been alone since he stumbled his way into the Dregs. He's kept to himself, but always in the knowledge that he had a whole gang at his back. That he was Per Haskell's lieutenant. That his Wraith was deadly.

"You can only get so far on your own," he says.

[plaguedrat]

"In the West District, I always learned the opposite," Rat says. "I was taught that survivors are the winners. The one with something to protect always loses."

How many times has he broken those rules? First Shion, then Grey, and now Marius. The cats, the pet mice.

[everymonstrousthing]

"So we come from different places." Kaz shrugs. He wouldn't have gotten far if he hadn't gotten himself into the Dregs; he knows that. Wouldn't have got him far at all unless he'd chosen a very different sort of life, one that would have left him worn out and used up far too young. A shudder goes through him at the thought of it; would he have got used to touch, he wonders, if that was the only choice he had?

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods. Maybe, for others, depending on those closest to them had gotten them through. His world had cost him all of those people in a fire and Rat doesn't think there's a day he'll ever forgive that.

"You understand that kind of world, though. No matter how exactly it's formed."

[everymonstrousthing]

"I understand that kind of world," he says. It'd a world that made him what he is, made Inej, made Nina, made Jesper. Everyone he knew was shaped by the world that they had moved through. "But this one's easier to bear, isn't it?"

[plaguedrat]

"Sometimes I don't know how to live with ease," Rat admits, thinking he can say such a thing and Kaz will understand. What does it mean to fight for survival every day until it's as natural as breathing and then live in a place like this?

Dimera looms into view against the sky and he looks thoughtfully out.