[Tate isn't really sure why he was even looking for him in the first place. self preservation prior to this moment had the boy almost actively avoiding Riddick; he knew what he was and Tate couldn't pull the blindfold over him. but this month hadn't been easy, and it showed in the shadows in Tate's face. his reality was warped, like he'd died all over again.
he wasn't looking for pity. he wasn't looking for compassion. he wasn't sure what he was looking for. maybe that's why he was here. his fingers twitch at his side.]
What are you?
[there's no segue and no hint as to where, or why, this topic is even coming up]
[Riddick's quiet for a moment, but if it's in reaction to what Tate's asked, there's no shift in his expression. Then he looks away off out over the shuttle bay again.]
[The silence that Riddick falls into this time is hard, sharp, an almost imperceptible tension settling into his frame. He looks back down at Tate, slowly, tilting his head.]
You sure about that?
[Sure he wants to remind Riddick of any of that incident - of the house, of killing him.]
[he can feel Riddick's gaze on him, but he doesn't return it. instead, he watches the room, the shadows that play in it.]
I don't know.
[he's not afraid of Riddick knowing, because he practically does already. whatever happens between them is tenuous at best, and Tate isn't sure if bringing this up will make him a threat. if Riddick would say anything. he doesn't think he would, because he's in this for himself, and Tate has been very good lately.]
[Tate might have seen what he'd seen, but he doesn't know what it means, and that's why he's here, asking. He isn't going to go elsewhere, tell anyone else, because it happened in the fog and in the house, and there's too much of Tate in that for him to risk it. Even if it won't mean anything here, no Necromongers, no bounty hunters, it doesn't mean Riddick's going to give it up.
He stands, steady, turning to move further back into the shadows.]
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he wasn't looking for pity. he wasn't looking for compassion. he wasn't sure what he was looking for. maybe that's why he was here. his fingers twitch at his side.]
What are you?
[there's no segue and no hint as to where, or why, this topic is even coming up]
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We've done this.
[Tate's asked, and Riddick's avoided answering.]
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I saw you light up.
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You sure about that?
[Sure he wants to remind Riddick of any of that incident - of the house, of killing him.]
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I don't know.
[he's not afraid of Riddick knowing, because he practically does already. whatever happens between them is tenuous at best, and Tate isn't sure if bringing this up will make him a threat. if Riddick would say anything. he doesn't think he would, because he's in this for himself, and Tate has been very good lately.]
I think so.
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[Tate might have seen what he'd seen, but he doesn't know what it means, and that's why he's here, asking. He isn't going to go elsewhere, tell anyone else, because it happened in the fog and in the house, and there's too much of Tate in that for him to risk it. Even if it won't mean anything here, no Necromongers, no bounty hunters, it doesn't mean Riddick's going to give it up.
He stands, steady, turning to move further back into the shadows.]