Hmm, ( Leon muses, because has he? technically, yes. kind of. when he'd been a head in the clouds kid. certain he could change the world. or at least Raccoon City. if he just tried hard enough. drove into his first day despite every indication he should have stayed away. so, yes. the answer is definitely yes.
he was wrong, though. he sees that now. he had made a nominal difference, perhaps more actively detrimental than helpful. sometimes when he picks apart that night, all the things he did or didn't do, the things he should have done better, he's certain that everyone he encountered would have been better off without him there in the first place. Claire had scraped by alone just fine without his intervention. their intersections had never been monumental. yes, technically, he'd been her ride into the city, but if he hadn't been there she'd have gotten there on her own, looking for her brother. and if Claire made it there, she'd make it out, and so would Sherry. he wouldn't have been there to distract Ada, maybe she wouldn't have end up injured in the first place. in hindsight, he should have just rolled over and given himself another hangover. instead of driving straight into the storm, trying to be a big damn hero.
he doesn't know how to relay this reality elegantly. that one person probably can't make enough of a difference that it would matter. that there's no point to sticking around in a place rapidly approaching its own self destruction. it doesn't matter if Silent Hill means something to Maria, that won't stop it from folding in on itself. sooner rather than later, if he had to guess. he frowns and stares somewhere beyond the dusty side table, hand that had been limitedly scrubbing the damp off his skin stalling as he gets lost in his head. chews through his thoughts for what he might be able to convince her with. because there's gotta be something. right? why would she want to stick around and burn with this place?
because some guy is looking for her, maybe, apparently. Leon turns back to Maria again, brow furrowed. ) If you don't want to, then why bother? ( a lot of what she's saying doesn't make any sense, but who is he to judge after saying he got a letter from a dead lady he mostly built up in his imagination, since he was only actively in her presence for a couple of hours. as for Ada; at least that answer is easy. ) Sure she does, but not in the way you're making it sound. If I had to guess she needs something and I'm the perfect sucker for the job. ( what she'll wring out of him, exactly, he doesn't know. it doesn't even really matter. seeing her alive, breathing, that smug little look turning up the corner of her mouth that she has him right where she wants him — it'll be worth the annoyance, the danger in getting there, and being wound right around her finger all over again. he would do anything just to know the truth, so she can't be his shrodinger's cat for the rest of his miserable life. even put up with the shambling melting monstrosities of this creepy little town in Maine. ) If she didn't she'd just have stayed gone.
( why does it sound like he's trying to convince her? maybe because he is. if he can convince her, then maybe he'll feel a little bit less like an idiot. already drug under by the idea of Ada Wong, without so much as a faint hint that it's really here. he'd like to believe he isn't a complete moron, despite all the evidence to the contrary. )
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Date: 2025-04-23 06:49 pm (UTC)he was wrong, though. he sees that now. he had made a nominal difference, perhaps more actively detrimental than helpful. sometimes when he picks apart that night, all the things he did or didn't do, the things he should have done better, he's certain that everyone he encountered would have been better off without him there in the first place. Claire had scraped by alone just fine without his intervention. their intersections had never been monumental. yes, technically, he'd been her ride into the city, but if he hadn't been there she'd have gotten there on her own, looking for her brother. and if Claire made it there, she'd make it out, and so would Sherry. he wouldn't have been there to distract Ada, maybe she wouldn't have end up injured in the first place. in hindsight, he should have just rolled over and given himself another hangover. instead of driving straight into the storm, trying to be a big damn hero.
he doesn't know how to relay this reality elegantly. that one person probably can't make enough of a difference that it would matter. that there's no point to sticking around in a place rapidly approaching its own self destruction. it doesn't matter if Silent Hill means something to Maria, that won't stop it from folding in on itself. sooner rather than later, if he had to guess. he frowns and stares somewhere beyond the dusty side table, hand that had been limitedly scrubbing the damp off his skin stalling as he gets lost in his head. chews through his thoughts for what he might be able to convince her with. because there's gotta be something. right? why would she want to stick around and burn with this place?
because some guy is looking for her, maybe, apparently. Leon turns back to Maria again, brow furrowed. ) If you don't want to, then why bother? ( a lot of what she's saying doesn't make any sense, but who is he to judge after saying he got a letter from a dead lady he mostly built up in his imagination, since he was only actively in her presence for a couple of hours. as for Ada; at least that answer is easy. ) Sure she does, but not in the way you're making it sound. If I had to guess she needs something and I'm the perfect sucker for the job. ( what she'll wring out of him, exactly, he doesn't know. it doesn't even really matter. seeing her alive, breathing, that smug little look turning up the corner of her mouth that she has him right where she wants him — it'll be worth the annoyance, the danger in getting there, and being wound right around her finger all over again. he would do anything just to know the truth, so she can't be his shrodinger's cat for the rest of his miserable life. even put up with the shambling melting monstrosities of this creepy little town in Maine. ) If she didn't she'd just have stayed gone.
( why does it sound like he's trying to convince her? maybe because he is. if he can convince her, then maybe he'll feel a little bit less like an idiot. already drug under by the idea of Ada Wong, without so much as a faint hint that it's really here. he'd like to believe he isn't a complete moron, despite all the evidence to the contrary. )