[He swallows, nods, blinks. Yeah. He gets that, too. He could say more, but it would be making it about him, and it would sound like he was trying to play suffering Olympics, and he knows better. After the first loss, the others hurt, but in a way they don't hurt more. They all hurt the same, because when you've lost someone, there can't be anything that hurts more than that.]
The professor set the fire, though. Callaghan... He wanted to steal those microbots I told you about. He'd lost his daughter, and he wanted to get back at the guy responsible. Tadashi was an accident.
[Oh, no. No. He knows this story, knows it in his bones, has heard it a dozen times, has lived it.]
I hope...
When you found him. You left him alive?
[It comes out as three staccato, disconnected thoughts, because in his mind he's in a rooftop in Gotham, looking down at the man - the worthless, laughable man - who somehow managed to kill Jack Drake. That man was still alive, and on a bad day Tim thinks way too hard about that, and whether leaving him alive was worth it. He didn't need to. He...
He's getting better at catching when he's being self-centered, and he focused on Hiro again, waiting to hear his friend's answer.]
... Almost didn't. My friends stopped me from having him killed.
[Deeeep breath.]
When I had the chance again, I took away his power instead. [There's another pause, where he debates the merits of explaining the next part.]
Callaghan's daughter had been lost in an experiment with portal teleportation. She wasn't dead, she was inside the portal... Baymax, the robotic nurse Tadashi built, found her inside. We went in after her, and just barely got her out in time. She lived... Callaghan got to see her when the medics took her away.
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He was a hero.
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The professor set the fire, though. Callaghan... He wanted to steal those microbots I told you about. He'd lost his daughter, and he wanted to get back at the guy responsible. Tadashi was an accident.
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I hope...
When you found him. You left him alive?
[It comes out as three staccato, disconnected thoughts, because in his mind he's in a rooftop in Gotham, looking down at the man - the worthless, laughable man - who somehow managed to kill Jack Drake. That man was still alive, and on a bad day Tim thinks way too hard about that, and whether leaving him alive was worth it. He didn't need to. He...
He's getting better at catching when he's being self-centered, and he focused on Hiro again, waiting to hear his friend's answer.]
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[Deeeep breath.]
When I had the chance again, I took away his power instead. [There's another pause, where he debates the merits of explaining the next part.]
Callaghan's daughter had been lost in an experiment with portal teleportation. She wasn't dead, she was inside the portal... Baymax, the robotic nurse Tadashi built, found her inside. We went in after her, and just barely got her out in time. She lived... Callaghan got to see her when the medics took her away.
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There were a couple times - if I hadn't had friends around -
Did I ever talk about what I did at home?
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No, you never told me.
[It's an invitation for him to tell more. He likes learning about Tim.]
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And I don't mean robotics or mechanical engineering.
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You fight crime?!
[excited whispers. Hiro, stop being a dork, you fight crime.]
obviously I went to bed and am asleep
me too we're great at this
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So what did you go by in your world?
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[Might be teasing. Definitely teasing.]
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[He pauses. He can't go into the rest without going back to... death, as a subject.]
Let's just say it's complicated.
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Say no more. You've got a dark, mysterious past, and I haven't unlocked it yet.
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Could you be any more cliche?
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