It's a little jarring to see someone who looks so much like Jackson act so little like him — Jackson was always one of the few people she knew who was both insistent that he was attractive to gay men while simultaneously being slightly homophobic when it came to the suggestion that he might be bisexual. So seeing someone looking like him tending so gently and carefully to another guy is a little startling, but that's actually a good thing, because it helps pull her back out of her state. He's not Jackson, this is real, this is all really happening.
Her eyes move away from the way he's tending to the blond and up to his face specifically when he asks what the scream was all about and she blinks, still a little daze — the blond boy is bleeding — and she takes a breath as she tries to figure out how to answer the question. The blond gives her a way out when he assures her that he's okay and she lets the breath out, realizing as she does it that she'd been holding it unintentionally, anyway.
Lydia nods a little dumbly before the light seems to come back into her eyes and she's more focused. "Okay," she says quietly. She's just glad he can still hear. And, on the plus side, his head is in tact, so she hasn't shattered his skull like she had Dr. Valack. In the memories, anyway. Lydia forces her attention onto Ronan for the moment to answer his question, belatedly.
"Back home, I'm different. I'm what's called a banshee. My scream is a weapon. I could kill someone with it," she says and looks back at the blond apologetically again. "I didn't know how to control it or use it, but now I have all the extra memories of things I never lived back home and so now I know how to, I don't...it's confusing even to me, because it's news to me, but yeah. That was me."
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Her eyes move away from the way he's tending to the blond and up to his face specifically when he asks what the scream was all about and she blinks, still a little daze — the blond boy is bleeding — and she takes a breath as she tries to figure out how to answer the question. The blond gives her a way out when he assures her that he's okay and she lets the breath out, realizing as she does it that she'd been holding it unintentionally, anyway.
Lydia nods a little dumbly before the light seems to come back into her eyes and she's more focused. "Okay," she says quietly. She's just glad he can still hear. And, on the plus side, his head is in tact, so she hasn't shattered his skull like she had Dr. Valack. In the memories, anyway. Lydia forces her attention onto Ronan for the moment to answer his question, belatedly.
"Back home, I'm different. I'm what's called a banshee. My scream is a weapon. I could kill someone with it," she says and looks back at the blond apologetically again. "I didn't know how to control it or use it, but now I have all the extra memories of things I never lived back home and so now I know how to, I don't...it's confusing even to me, because it's news to me, but yeah. That was me."