[After spending time in Rivendell, Dixon's looking much better for the wear, having been able to bathe with warm water and put on clothes that haven't spent the last few weeks being beaten clean with river rocks. Most of the people lounging around in Rivendell are starting to shed off the appearance of being unequipped, underslept ragamuffin campers.
It's what makes it such a surprise to see Robbie looking like hell dragged up. Dixon's face scrunches and his head jerks back in honest concern and alarm.]
Robbie! The fuck's happening over there in- [He mouths the rest of the sentence but his voice seems to disappear into a confused chirp as Robbie turns the mirror. It's showing him what almost seems like a window into another world, a schoolyard covered in green grass and filled with happy kids, everything a bit more pristine and wholesome than what Dixon's seen at an elementary. He takes a moment to squint at it]
I see you looking like hot shit with the Governor and a bunch of schoolkids. Is that what you see? That your past?
[The more he looks at it, though, the more he realizes that that might not be the case. The image is a little too perfect, the kind of thing you hope and dream for and never actually see exactly like that. It's never a picture-perfect day; there's always rain or a headache or road construction or some small speckles of details detracting from that hundred percent of the image you hope you get to someday.
He'd know. That's how he saw his Someday up until life came and crushed it like a bug on a windshield, the validation, the symbols of heroism. His dreams probably involve a clap and a smile from the governor in a suit too.]
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It's what makes it such a surprise to see Robbie looking like hell dragged up. Dixon's face scrunches and his head jerks back in honest concern and alarm.]
Robbie! The fuck's happening over there in- [He mouths the rest of the sentence but his voice seems to disappear into a confused chirp as Robbie turns the mirror. It's showing him what almost seems like a window into another world, a schoolyard covered in green grass and filled with happy kids, everything a bit more pristine and wholesome than what Dixon's seen at an elementary. He takes a moment to squint at it]
I see you looking like hot shit with the Governor and a bunch of schoolkids. Is that what you see? That your past?
[The more he looks at it, though, the more he realizes that that might not be the case. The image is a little too perfect, the kind of thing you hope and dream for and never actually see exactly like that. It's never a picture-perfect day; there's always rain or a headache or road construction or some small speckles of details detracting from that hundred percent of the image you hope you get to someday.
He'd know. That's how he saw his Someday up until life came and crushed it like a bug on a windshield, the validation, the symbols of heroism. His dreams probably involve a clap and a smile from the governor in a suit too.]