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Palmer is sad and angry, shaking his head. "People suck, man. People just fucking suck." He absently licks blood off his lips, not even fully recognizing what he's doing.

The thought of so many pointless deaths is almost enough to send him back to being Palmerthing for a bit, but instead he carefully pats Daniel's shoulder. "We'll make it better, okay? As much as we can, anyway-- I'm not sure if we could possibly do enough without Eddie rewriting your whole life." Another careful pat. Then he steps away. Even in a dreamscape he's a bit skittish about things like this. No need to tempt his instincts.
 

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Edgar almost muttered something about the last switcharoo there being a classic when Daniel broke down. He was at a loss at what to do, not particularly familiar with kids getting all sobby and just knowing it was already welling his own eyes up just a bit. He stepped back and stared nearly wanting to seek some guidance from the least human one here, but even Palmer seemed distant and well, something in Edgar found the lack of contact a little angering. It wasn't until he wanted to chide Palmer for not giving the damn kid a hug that it dawned on him.

He awkwardly stepped back to Daniel and, taking advantage of the kid's drop in height in that sad floor sit, wrapped in the best embrace his shorter arms could manage. It was the kind of hug he gave his kid once they sorted out their differences.

"Let it out, kiddo." Edgar could admit his tone probably wasn't exceptionally emotional despite the water in his eyes, but again he wasn't experienced with emotions like this. Sympathizing with events like these wasn't his dice, but pain was universal no matter the cause. He started to bridge those connections of sympathy as best he could, outcast to outcast, and held Daniel in that solidarity.

"Let it all out, feel everything."
 
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More than once he had an argument that not all people suck, believing that they could do good if given the chance no matter how bad they'd treated him. He just has no energy to do this now, barely noticing the pat – anyway there's clothes between, so no infection should happen, trusting his friend not to endanger him. Trusting both of them to do what they can to make it better. There's nothing that could make it worse anyway and he'll take every bit of help, even if it'll not hold up.

Republic never allowed him the increment of peace to grieve and cry, always pushing him on and on when he'd been long at the point of just giving up, sitting down and not getting up again. So Edgar just letting him cry actually helped here. And the man would find that while Daniel had grown tall for his 16 years, he never got over the starving, struggling not to slip into being underweight even in Pandora.

Around them, the mindscape picked up on his distress and displayed what he'd only told – John on the execution, facing a firing squad, chained to a wall so he'd not escape. The similarity was striking, same long blonde hair, same mix of mongolian and caucasian. It was why Daniel dyed his hair any other color, to escape his nightmares putting him there instead. But they'd not just streamed it live – the timestamps in the corner showed it'd been played again and again for weeks, multiple times a day, all over Republics many billboards and Jumbo Trons. No escaping it, no healing for him and the subtle threat that the next time he got caught they didn't need to capture him alive. He didn't want any of this to be part of his life, but as Palmer already pointed out there was no fixing this without rewriting his whole story.
 
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Palmer would have given Daniel a hug, but in his current mood it wouldn't be entirely safe. Too easy to associate wrapping his arms around someone with wrapping himself completely around them. Hugging isn't natural for him in general, and at a time like this he's apt to feel the wrong instincts.

He sighs and sits down across from them. Picking up a rock, he throws it at the nearest screen with more force than a real human could ever manage. For a moment he smiles when the screen shatters, but it doesn't really change anything and he goes back to looking tired and angry. "Those motherfuckers. Those absolute goddamn motherfuckers."

Fuck it, he can't do this caring thing right now. The emotions are too strong. He slips even more firmly than before into Palmerthing's mindset, body ripping and tearing until what remains is something that's mostly hair and tentacles--or possibly tentacles covered in finer tentacles, since real hair doesn't twitch like that. Randomly-studded eyes blink at them with dull curiosity.
 
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Edgar kept a hand on Daniel's shoulder as he stepped out, eyes blazing on a cold expression. Each screen within sight lit up the same, giant pink hands rising to hold each one just the same as Edgar's free hand rose as if to catch something. His fingers suddenly closed, crushing each and every screen in a shower of scrap and glass and sparks before he turned his attention back to the kid and continued to quietly hold him.

He was starting to develop a sense of responsibility here, and he loathed it as much as he took it on with diligence. Palmer could be the angry one for both of them, all three even, who had ever given Daniel a chance to cry?

Cizko may have been a champion of manliness but one thing he believed in was feeling every emotion as it came. Though in some ways he didn't realize he was hypocrite about this, he knew bottling things up was more than unhealthy. It was a chain, an ultimate lie that kept anyone from becoming their best self. Feeling was important, because who was a human if they didn't feel?

His glowing eyes shut tightly as he considers what he could do help, but he won't let go of Daniel until the kid starts moving again.

"Have you ever just screamed?"

It would be more than screaming. It would be breaking, raging, hating, but Daniel, he seemed like the type to shrink and stay quiet because quiet was safe. Quiet means you can suffer and the hunters won't hear, quiet means no one has to find out. Cat's outta the bag, Kiddo, he put Daniel at arm's length and and looked on him with a small hint of glaring encouragement. "If there's anything you have wanted to do, this is the best place for it. And if this is it, that's okay too."

Edgar also nodded to the Palmer creature, understanding that he was gonna have to be the emotions for both of them. That was alright, he was okay with this now. Who the hell was he fooling? As a father, a teacher, a psychic and a everything else this place had set on him, he was bound to be the softest of them all.
 

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That Palmer can't handle this is fine. The kid went in here knowing what awaited them, that it could go horrible wrong. He wouldn't even blame them for completely leaving him alone here, crying a luxury denied to him far too long. Good that the screens were gone – he'd destroyed or manipulated plenty of them himself, so again the memories took the damage without reacting.

The slightest shake of his head at the question – screaming wasn't safe, brought too much attention. Nothing was safe when you were a wanted fugitive, except fading into the background, vanishing unnoticed. Only time he came close to raging was when they'd shot his Mum, not caring about his own safety or strategy, just out to fight and hurt as many of the soldiers as he could. They'd seen where it ended him.

But the words pulled him out a bit, conditioned reaction – anything comes up, you stop feeling. Put it all away to deal with whatever the more immediate matter was. More on reflex he wiped the tears away before blurting out: “I just ever wanted to get into the air force!” That'd been before the Trial, back when he still had dreams. Still a very sensible choice: you could only make enough money while rising in the military, but as a pilot you had some semblance of freedom, of choices, weren't in as much of a danger as ground soldiers. “I didn't even want on a prestige college. I'd have worked hard. Played by their rules.” And denied his core nature on the way, ultimately not getting any much happier.
 

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God, that really is sad. Someone who would have been loyal, thrown away for no good reason by a bunch of useless fucking idiots.

Not that Palmerthing understands that properly, the way it is now. It only barely understands that Edgar and Daniel aren't food. This is the beast at possibly its most primal, a mindless hungry thing existing only to hide or to feed. It gazes around, shifting color to match the ground on which it's standing, but sees nothing that qualifies as food except for Palmer's friends. Palmer's friends are only food at the very last resort, and it isn't that hungry right now, so it decides to passively sit and wait. Occasionally it looks at them with a vague curiosity, but never for long. It isn't nearly as curious as a human is by nature.
 

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"Then Top Gun it is!" He smiled and a surge struck his eyes.

A quick lesson:

Mindscapes were different than dreams in many ways. While they were both formed of images projected by the host mind, they were as different as a bagel and a doughnut. There was the primary difference of dreams having no permanence, a low likelihood of affecting the target beyond the usual benefits of a good or bad night's sleep. And of course, the type of Psionic Edgar was meant that he had much lesser freedoms of travel in a dream versus the mindscape. The reason this all mattered was because, while in a dream he could pull up images and summon scenes without much kindle for the fire, the mindscape required a couple extra steps.

After the flash subsided all three were now located at some kind of an airfield, right next to a hangar. This wasn't anything of Edgar's conjuring- they only travelled based on that key-word of airforce. This location was a part of Daniel's memories, somewhere he'd been and his mind associated with that blurted idea. Edgar took his bearings and quickly eyed down the Palmerthing,

"Buddy, why don'tcha make sure no one interrupts our heist?" and in case the words weren't enough, he pointed at a cluster of guards getting ready to investigate and cause some problems. "Have a little more fun, tear out some throats for me. Paint it all red."

Then his attention went back to Daniel, a sinister smile deepening the lines in his face, "Congratulations kid, you just graduated top of your class at flight school. But fuck the rules, you need a vehicle and you need it now! Let's go steal a fucking plane!"

No, he had not implanted any actual memories of flight school in Daniel's brain, but it was all gonna be okay. Edgar had a plan for this. A plan that was gonna get off the ground! This, ultimately, was supposed to be something fun. He just hoped... he hoped he wasn't crossing a line again, stepping on a hidden trigger. He just wanted the kid to live a little, just a small bit.
 

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He wasn't sure what Edgar had planned now, how this'd end. Then again he'd already resigned to them doing anything that might help and going with it, since he had no clue what would help. Still, he blinked surprised as they suddenly found themselves the Burbank air force base. Only one stunt he'd pulled here, but it had been quite an accomplishment getting past the guards, bringing all the supplies and distributing it out so perfectly that no one would be able to use those fighter jets.

Palmer killing the guards wasn't entirely agreeable with him, but well, there was no stopping it and it wasn't like these people would actually get hurt. Anything too out of line with his own memories wouldn't hold up long, he felt that.

“We can't just steal a plane. Do you have any idea how long I prepared just to get in here?!” was his baffled reply – still sitting on the ground, but at least that put them at eye level. “And what do you mean 'flight school'? I can't fly anything!” Kaede could. She'd been amazing as a pilot and a fighter, dying before he'd got to know her better. But he knew how easy it was to crash and what other dangers awaited out there, how sensible these planes were to damage.
 

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Palmerthing goes through the guards like a buzzsaw made of tentacles, breaking backs and necks with delight. For a moment it wonders why it's obeying the little human with the creepy grin, but swiftly decides that it doesn't matter. What matters is that it's getting a chance to do all the playing with its food it could ever hope for. When nothing is left but shredded uniforms it returns to the nice human who keeps telling it who to feed on and curls up next to him. Hopefully there will be more suggestions soon.
 

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Edgar took a moment to stare warm-heartedly at the creature that snuggled up beside him. Though there was one feeling Palmer gave him he could never really accept, he absolutely loved these moments when the beastly part of the man just did cute stuff like this. Still he quietly ushered off the creature in any direction he saw life that wasn't their own. Fetch boy!

And then Daniel protested. Edgar laughed maniacally, these doubts meaning nothing but a higher call to challenge. This was something he was great at, being a criminal with big middle finger to the laws of proper society. More than that, he was great at being a villain. The sensibility, the logic, it was all under his control when he was doing his best work. Screw probability: When Edgar wanted something, he got it!

"You have any idea the shit I did back home? You've might've been good at your work, kid," he wagged his finger towards Daniel before pointing at himself. "But I'm meta!"

His eyes flared up and with a wave the gate came crashing down in a crush of pink light. The little man urged Daniel to get up and move as he himself took off towards the nearest box like a kid getting ready to unwrap a present. He scooped up a couple of helmets and tossed one at the wild-haired brat from his quickly gained post at the wing.

"Congratulations, cadet, you got your wings and are ready to soar like a pretty birdie!" Edgar sneered as he shoved the longer bits of his hair under the helmet now fast on his head. "Now get in loser, we're going shopping!"

He himself popped into the backseat. "Don't sweat not knowing how it works, I'll walk you through the steps and you'll be a pro in no time," he reassured the kid. You don't play getaway driver on most of the heists for lack of knowledge about basic vehicles like jets! That being said, he was still going to be helping along in his own way, using the psychic power at his disposal to give them a little lift and go as soon as Daniel gave the word.

While the kid settled in, Edgar leaned out to shout at Palmer, "Will you be able to turn into something that can keep up, or should we find a co- um, something with more seats?” He wasn't sure if saying copter might not sit well with Palms, but better safe than sorry!
 

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Palmer going all creature was new for him, so he had little of a clue how to deal with it. By no means was he scared, only wondered how to interact with someone who'd not reply, whose expression he couldn't read. Good thing that Edgar took up most of his attention, though he waited calmly for him to stop laughing and explain in a comprehensible manner.

Not that it made this any less crazy. Daniel glared a bit at the 'meta' comment, adding: “That just means you got magicking!” Which in itself made no one better or worse. Only different. Truth to be told he was glad Republic had none of those, it would've made his life all the more miserable. But he got up. Followed. Having plenty practice hiding his hair it only took seconds to fix it, despite it being a good deal longer than Edgars. The glance he threw Edgar spoke of trust that'd better not be broken.

“Alright” he replied softly, tried to familiar himself with the controls. Some he could connect to parts he'd sabotaged before, but with barely 4 years of rather miserable school education he barely understood the rest. Which, obviously, led to some panic. “This is suicidal. I can't fly this. We'll crash, if we even get off the ground without exploding first.” Did they even realize this thing was loaded up with weapons, enough to level a city block?
 
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Palmerthing considers Eddie's question for a moment, then starts to change. Long wings form, becoming more and more of its body until almost nothing else is left. Scrambling onto the jet it seems to almost meld with it, wings latching tightly to the jet's wings with Van der Waals force. A long swan neck lets it gaze through the windows at the humans, and it grins a fanged grin at them as the jet begins to pick up speed. It won't have to attempt flying as fast as them this way, but it'll get a similar experience.
 

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Daniel was such a pessimist, wasn't he! And calling Cizko magic god his schooling really was lacking. It's a good thing Cizko was such a good, patient man.

"Daniel, I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain to you why what I do isn't magic," he said with a glare. His eyes flared up once again, summoning a ghostly control board in front of him that matched what Daniel was looking at. He studied it for a moment, and considered, how do you take an untaught child from never having flown a jet to expert in a few moments?

There wasn't an easy answer to that, but as he kept insisting to himself, Edgar had every bit of a plan. "I'm gonna do this in two parts. Watch where the little see-through hands go, and listen to what I say. Eventually I'm gonna hand the controls off to you, but I'll keep showing you what to do through my... not-magic! Pay attention, alright?"

As he flicked switches on his ethereal cockpit, apparitions of hands did the same in Daniel's. Edgar explained what each switch should do (which, he left out the shoulds in favor of confidence) as the vehicle roared to life. "See, it's easy. Just like plugging at a computer, except, y'know, you flip the wrong switches it you'll turn into a metal pancake!"

He laughed, as if he did anything but laugh to fill the spaces between his words, "And if anything does actually happen, between Flappy here and my telekinesis we can land this safely. The ultimate training wheels for ya. Now then, to go forward, we just do this-" he pushed forward the actual throttle with a ghost hand and started their gradual speed gain.

Like an driver's education teach, Cizko calmly peeked over Daniel's seat. "We're coming up on the end of the runway, we've got some good speed going. What do we do?"

As he spoke, signals echoed from his mind to Daniel's across the mind-scape link. Suggestions, a polite man would call them. Nudges, the assertive would say. A really fucking good idea, the correct way to phrase it.We lift off by gently pulling up on that control.

It wasn't just a phrase, at least it shouldn't have been. It was a feeling, a knowledge, a confidence provided through Cizko's telepathy. This was how he was gonna teach the newbie on the job, all Daniel had to do was trust his instinct.

Edgar winked at the creature looming over the glass and smiled with great deadly joy as he waited for the hopeful fruits of his charity.
 

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Palmer sticking to the outside of the plane made him more worried if anything. What'd be if they'd get shot at or something exploded? Nothing there but hostile lands to catch him. Honestly he'd like an explanation about how this powers were different to magic, would remember to ask this for later. For now he tried – hard – to trust Edgar, which wasn't half as easy given that they only knew each other a couple hours, half of which he spend in some sort of emotional distress.

At least he wasn't expected to figure it out on himself, watched closely. Part of him ached to learn, anything, potential just waiting to be used. He'd taught himself reading at 3, picking it up from watching John struggle. “Never touched a computer.” he murmured, another lack of education. The idea of living through another crash wasn't very reassuring either.

Training wheels, another term lost on him, but with them starting up there just was no time to worry or freak out. That at least he could do, act as needed, focus on what should be done. He'd have to do something or their very short trip would end in the buildings right after the runway. “Lift off?” Daniel sounded all but sure, gripping the controls tight, but whether it be him or the suggestion working, he actual did work on the control as necessary. Even went ahead and switched some others to correct some readouts, knowing enough of the inner workings from his time sabotaging them to guess some. Confidence was a long way ahead, but he might actual finish this without having an panic attack.
 

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Palmerthing doesn't really have much to fear from explosions. It can just put itself back together if it has to. A fireball would be bad, true, but anything likely to cause one would still do about the same damage if it was inside. Possibly more, since the plane's fuel is on the inside. As for what's below--well, nothing's keeping it from flying if it wants to. This way just makes it far easier to keep up.

Part of Palmerthing wonders why it wants to keep up if it doesn't plan to eat these ones, but it has mostly accepted that they're allies. Why, and against what, it isn't sure, but while they're in the mindscape allies they will be. Once they're out then maybe--no, once they're out it'll be Palmer again. Probably for the best, really, Palmer does need friends.
 

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Cizko beamed like a proud parent as the plane shuddered and spat and lifted off of the tarmac. Despite knowing it was, naturally, all his work that led to this success, he couldn't help but feel so glad Daniel was picking it up so quickly. Sometimes the suggestions got challenged and, well, it wasn't exactly always the best time when that happened. But here, big success! Especially since the details led to a little bit of inferring on Daniel's part, with corrections assuredly having to do with the differences between their dimension's modes of flight.

Cizko sat back in his seat, feet dangling as ever off a chair made for a more normal-sized individual. It maybe slightly dawned on him that this course of action wasn't exactly the brightest when Mindscape work was more likely to be fatal, but he felt compelled. Palmer... thing, seemed happy, and he hoped Daniel was hopefully having a good time and not freaking out too much about flying a plane for the first time.

"Anywhere you've wanted to visit? This is some kind of 1984 version of the States, so you guys gotta have something like home. Probably no Amusement Mile or Fortress of Solitude but hey, we got a free ride now! Was there any unshitty places you ever wanted to check out that you knew about?" he mused as he kept his eyes on the meters and indicators. He was proud, not careless.
 

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Up in the air he relaxed a fraction. At least they wouldn't immediately crash into something now, though he still worried, focused on keeping them straight. “It's 2132. And it's not been the United States since the Floods, over a hundred years ago.” But good that it was familiar for Edgar – meant he'd like to ask about his world, sometime when they were on safe ground again. Amusement Mile, now that sounded like what Palmer had expected of Vegas. No chance they'd go there.

He had barely known anything about the Colonies, but since the rest of the world was unknown to him except for one vague map, that was the only option. “The cities full of light. In the east.” was his quiet reply. His father had talked about it all the time and once it was all he'd ever wanted to see. And he had, not too long before Pandora. It hadn't been at all like the stories of his childhood but up from above should be safe.
 

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Somewhere in Palmerthing's mind, Palmer registers it as sad that cities with lights are the best thing Daniel can think of. Being Palmerthing dulls the emotions, though, that being why it's the persona that's active, so most of its mind is devoted to poking its head around curiously. Maybe if it keeps looking it'll find a snack or a toy. Being up high is kind of interesting, sure, but it could probably do this on its own if it really wanted to.

Oh look, a bird! Time to see if it can catch things while moving this fast. Oh hey, it can! It snatches the bird out of the air, swallows it, and goes back to looking in the plane's windows.
 

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So, future Earth was the sort of scenery they were looking at. It actually came as a surprise to Edgar though he didn't show it beyond a little nod of acceptance. He had at this point figured it was a Divergent Timeline sort of world, obviously Earth but one where the nazis won the war, or a different kind of common "alternate history" trope that he honestly couldn't be bothered to really memorize. A monster thing from the near past clinging to a plane piloted by a traumatized kid from the far future, being "taught" to do so by a psychic supervillain.

Yep.

"Then aim us at those starry clusters, kiddo," he said as he tried to help this world build from Daniel's mind.

From the sheer force of negativity that bore down on this mind, a new segment of something lighter and brighter had to be built with whatever parts could be found. He didn't know if Daniel had ever been to those cities full of light, but whatever they were had to be good now. Right? Hope and opportunity was something this world and this mind desperately needed.

As the directional anchor was set and- in a way never meant to make sense- power was being redirected to build up whatever needed an inference boost, Cizko looked to the beast still happily clinging to the plane however confused it often looked. While this was convenient, he was concerned this could be a form of repression he was looking at, pushing down his human sympathy and empathy with beastial instinct. He wanted to reach out, make sure the man thing was actually as comfortable as it looked, but he refrained. Maybe when they landed...
 

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