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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:44:29 GMT -5
She remained quiet; having only made the decision a day ago, she still wasn't sure about her choice.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 20:48:49 GMT -5
::Pietro was not the most astute individual when it came to subtle human emotion; it was not that he was oblivious, but as he did not care to be second-guessed, he often subconsciously paid back that favor. Combined with the fact that he tried not to act lest he had firm conviction, and that he could not relate to her experience, he did not fully comprehend that her silence was indicative of insecurity with her choice.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:54:02 GMT -5
She wasn't expecting him to pick up on insecurity, but it took her a few minutes to frame a question about it. Finally she decided to be as blunt as her thoughts could handle. "Do you think it's a bad choice?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 21:09:18 GMT -5
::Pietro found that to be a peculiar question. A name change was, as far as he was concerned, a personal affair.:: "Should I?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 21:10:47 GMT -5
She smiled weakly, in chagrin. "I seem to remember rather vehemently denying that was my name in Italy. Maybe...it's too much like giving in to take it on."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 21:13:04 GMT -5
::A middle name was not a first name, but Pietro did not feel the need to make that point. Instead, he said,:: "If there is someone worth honoring by taking on the name, it cannot be a bad choice."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 21:19:49 GMT -5
"I don't know about honoring anyone, but..." She paused a second, finding words. "I'd like to think my mother gave us those names."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 2, 2009 21:25:28 GMT -5
::That was similar to why Pietro had removed Magneto's surname as his, although borne from hatred rather than love. His response was automatic,:: "That makes it valid."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 2, 2009 21:57:53 GMT -5
"Probably," she acknowledged. "But I'm not sure I want to identify with that woman either," she continued, her tone making it clear that she wasn't speaking of her mother.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 2, 2009 22:26:40 GMT -5
::The line of traffic moved a fraction, and Pietro briefly tapped the gas pedal.:: "Does love win over hatred?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 2, 2009 22:40:46 GMT -5
"I don't know," Ty admitted quietly. "I never knew my mother."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 3, 2009 21:23:06 GMT -5
::Neither had Pietro, and as his mother had renounced his father's name, there had been no such equation to his decision.:: "Are you having second thoughts?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 4, 2009 21:08:07 GMT -5
She thought about that for a long minute. "Maybe a little," she said, finally. "Second thoughts about identifying myself with a family I know nothing about."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 5, 2009 22:27:03 GMT -5
"I know only a little about this," ::Pietro said to her, and tapped the gas pedal when a lane opened.:: "Do you want to hear it?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 5, 2009 22:34:08 GMT -5
Both eyebrows rose a little, slightly startled. He didn't usually volunteer information. "All right."
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