So Sam figured out the truth, huh? Makes sense. He's a smart guy. Higgs sighs at the question, his hand moving automatically to where it sat. "The quipu? She gave it to me so that I could find you whenever I needed."
Before that, it had been all about being in the right place at the right time, and knowing the layout of the land well enough to hazard a guess. "She was definitely angry that I was more interested in it than I was the BB She gave me."
"Smart," he says, dully. "I made it for her, when I was a kid. She used it to count how many times I visited her on her Beach. Maybe she told you that. That's why the the connection was so much stronger than the doll. Why it was easier to find me with the quipu."
Sam sighs and leans back against his hands, staring up at the ceiling. Because if he doesn't he's pretty sure he might cry, and he doesn't want to do that. Not in front of Higgs.
"She told me it would help find you, not that... well. Not that you made it for Her." He's not sure it would have made a difference knowing, though. It might have just made things even worse.
He stares up at the ceiling for a long time. Huh, he's never noticed how much space he actually had remaining before. The walls are covered, but not the ceiling. "I didn't realize how much of myself I'd lost until she cut me off."
"I tried to leave. Cut myself off from her. From Bridges. And I almost found myself again. Almost figured out who I was.
But she managed to pull me back in. Not with her reuniting the country bullshit, I didn't care about that. But she said Do it for me and it was over, after that."
He'd thought he'd found himself, with Lucy. And maybe he had. But Amelie had to ruin that, too. There was no way, no way Lucy would have done that to herself. To Lou. Not without someone whispering in her ear. Amelie never could stand being in second place to anyone.
"Reuniting the country was all a farce anyway," Higgs scoffs. "All she was really doin' was helping you finish off people who survived the start of the Stranding." Doing his part of preaching about the end of the world had been much easier, in his opinion.
"Grownin' up I heard so much about how people ain't worth it, but that's not true. I used to think people having connects was important." He shakes his head slowly.
"I think we need connections." He sits up again to check on Lou, who seems to be sleeping soundly. He rubs his finger against the bottom of her little foot and huffs a laugh when she kicks out at him in her sleep.
"I don't know if this place is ever going to be a country again. I don't really care. But goddamn, life as a porter can get lonely. Seeing people only as holograms. Being seen only as a piece of equipment."
"It is pretty lonely," Higgs agrees. "I used to go days without talking to anyone else. I had a radio, to contact other porters, but that was about it." He sighs.
It's been so long since that was him. He'd met Amelie, and then nothing mattered anymore. "You're pretty chatty tonight, you know. Didn't know you talked to people much at all." It's not accusing or anything, he looks curious as he speaks.
He's never really had anyone to talk to before. There had been Fragile, but that was different. They hadn't been friends. All of their talks had been strictly business. Higgs didn't talk about himself at all with her.
"I don't talk to people much because they don't talk to me. They talk at me, sure. Talk in my direction. But never to me. It always felt like you were talking to me." He shrugs a little, not quite sure himself the reason for his chattiness, as Higgs calls it.
He shifts a bit, a little awkwardly. He'd been a puppet on a string, surely Sam has had people far better to talk to than Higgs?
"Well... you'll have to forgive me when I say I ain't really much for conversation. That was..." talking about it is impossible. So much of it doesn't even feel real. He twists his hands together for a long moment. "That grandstanding shit wasn't really me."
Sam has had... he's not sure what he's had. He guesses he would call them friends. Heartman, and Deadman. Fragile. They all came together for him in the end. But was it for him, or was it to stop the end of the world? Was he just another piece of equipment, like always. He never had been able to tell.
He finally looks at Higgs and says, "I think you're the realest person I've ever talked to."
Higgs doesn't say anything right away. The surprise on his face is evident. He's never had real conversations with people, never really had close friends, let alone people confiding in him.
"Well. I'll listen. I'll listen to anything you tell me, anything you want me to hear."
Amelie had told Higgs about Sam, and just like that his attention had changed entirely. Sam had been the one who consumed his focus, even more so than the Final Stranding. Maybe it was because Amelie had accidentally connected him and Sam in ways She didn't intend. "After all, you did learn of all my secrets."
For a second he worries that he broke Higgs somehow. Like when Higgs had grabbed him by the shoulder and Sam just -- hadn't moved. Didn't even think to move. He still doesn't know why.
"I read your journal," he corrects. "Don't know if those were all your secrets or not." And he sure as hell doesn't know why he keeps talking to Higgs like this. There's just -- something. Maybe Amelie had connected them in a way she hadn't planned on. Forged a bond between them, somehow.
"What do you know about me? About my secrets?" He's been curious to know what Amelie had told him.
He smiles bitterly. "That's pretty much all of 'em. I'm not sure why I wrote so much of that down. I guess I wanted someone to know it. Know who I was." That lonely man who wanted to help people had been a completely different person from the man sent to spur Sam onward whenever possible.
"Well, I know you were meant to be one of the ones to help end the world, as I said. I was told about the whole voidout that destroyed the satellite city you lived in. What else..." he frowns. For someone who had been practically engineered to be the perfect enemy for Sam, he actually doesn't know a whole lot about the man's past. But he knows a lot about how Sam is when he doesn't think anyone else is looking. "I know you were dragged into this against your will."
"I didn't want this. Any of this. This whole saving the the world bullshit. I just wanted to deliver my cargo in peace." He sighs and stretches out on the floor next to Lou, wiggling his finger against her hand so she grips it again.
"She told you what you needed to know. She knew the best bet to getting to me, to keep me going, was to create some sort of danger for herself. So I could go rescue her."
Sam pauses a moment, thoughtful. If Higgs has shared all his secrets, shouldn't Sam share some back? Life is just a series of transactions, after all. "What didn't she tell you, that you wanted to know?"
He can't help the little smile at that baby. It's so different from his own memories, watching Sam interact with the girl. Likely the way it's supposed to be, though he's not so sure how old he was in his earliest memories. "I was exactly what I needed to be; your villain." It makes him feel numb. Who is he, without Amelie? He's not so sure anymore.
He's thrown by the question as he leans against the wall, knees settling further against his chest. "I don't know. Ain't sure what sort of questions to ask, Sammy." Should it be mundane, boring questions? He's never in his life gotten to know someone before.
"Did you ever get sick of it? The whole dog and pony show. Sometimes, when I was more lucid, I wanted nothing more than to be able to quit."
"Oh, fuck yes. I got so fucking tired of being told to be careful, because someone with my skills would be a great loss. Or to watch myself, because the fate of the UCA was riding on me." No one ever asked how he was doing. Dealing with the loss of his mother, dealing with his sister apparently being in mortal peril. They just cared about the mission, and whether or not he was able to complete it.
"I thought of quitting a thousand times. But then she'd be there, looking so sad. So desperate. Begging me to keep going. So I did."
"That's what they do. They chew you up and spit you out. It's why I told them where they could shove their goddamn unified country." He laughs. That had been a fun conversation. The guy he'd told off had turned an incredible shade of red before turning the hologram off. "There's no way the alliance will last more than a few years. It'll collapse in on itself with all the in-fighting."
He sighs. "Not that you need to hear my opinions."
"I don't disagree." Which should probably be weird. And wrong. But Higgs isn't a terrorist, not really. Maybe not really even a separatist, he was just going along with Amelie's plans.
Sam feels sorry for him, really. That's the crux of it. Sam feel sorry for what Higgs went through, because of Amelie. It's a trauma they both share. It gives them a bond, of sorts.
"The country is pretty fucking fragile right now. I think the preppers are gonna pull back out at some point. The rest might follow."
"Edge Knot was never going to go willingly. It's why She destroyed it." To be honest, he's not really sure how he feels like it. Should he be angry? It had spared them in the long run, as far as he's concerned.
He doesn't even really regret what happened to Middle Knot. But that had been his fault. Maybe he should. Maybe he will, when more time has passed.
Fuck, he's a mess. "Once they realize nothing about the world has actually changed, some of 'em are going to back out."
"Nothing has, has it?" All that work he did. Everything he fought for. All worth nothing in the end. He's still too numb from the whole experience to really process that. With more time, he'll be able to be angry about it.
Lucy would say he's dissociating. She'd probably be right.
"Still BTs crawling all over. Timefall hasn't stopped. It's the same shit as always."
"The Final Extinction will still happen. That hadn't change, either. Still days, weeks, months, maybe a few years away from it happening." It could be longer for all he knows, but he doubts it will. Amelie had wanted to end it then and there not so long ago. She's not the sort to wait for an infinite amount of time.
"You didn't stop shit."
He's said the line before. He still means it, maybe even more now.
"I know." He scrubs his hands over his face. Hard. Fuck, he feels useless. If anything he's just accelerated the end of the world by spreading the chiral network.
"They kept singing my praises at the inauguration and all the shit leading up to it. The unsung hero, who helped reunite the country. Made me sick to my stomach."
"They're honouring her. They made these -- medals, almost. These fucking lapel pins that look like her quipu and I wanted to rip every single one of them off their fucking chests."
Lou fusses as Sam raises his voice, bitter and angry and so, so hurt.
He picks Lou up to hold her against his chest, nose buried against the sparse sprinkling of hair on the top of her head. Humming the lullaby to her gently. To soothe himself as much as her.
Horrible for Sam, horrible for himself, horrible in general... he really doesn't know. It just makes him feel hopeless, is all, especially when Sam cradles his kid in his arms like that. She's so tiny, so vulnerable.
He looks around the place awkwardly. All he's got are a bunch of books, empty boxes of pizza, and a huge wall of pictures of Sam. There's not much else for him to do, besides maybe wander into the front and rummage through all the miscellaneous shit he has.
Higgs doesn't move yet, though, instead looking horribly awkward and at a loss.
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Before that, it had been all about being in the right place at the right time, and knowing the layout of the land well enough to hazard a guess. "She was definitely angry that I was more interested in it than I was the BB She gave me."
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Sam sighs and leans back against his hands, staring up at the ceiling. Because if he doesn't he's pretty sure he might cry, and he doesn't want to do that. Not in front of Higgs.
"God, this is so fucked up."
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He stares up at the ceiling for a long time. Huh, he's never noticed how much space he actually had remaining before. The walls are covered, but not the ceiling. "I didn't realize how much of myself I'd lost until she cut me off."
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But she managed to pull me back in. Not with her reuniting the country bullshit, I didn't care about that. But she said Do it for me and it was over, after that."
He'd thought he'd found himself, with Lucy. And maybe he had. But Amelie had to ruin that, too. There was no way, no way Lucy would have done that to herself. To Lou. Not without someone whispering in her ear. Amelie never could stand being in second place to anyone.
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"Grownin' up I heard so much about how people ain't worth it, but that's not true. I used to think people having connects was important." He shakes his head slowly.
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"I don't know if this place is ever going to be a country again. I don't really care. But goddamn, life as a porter can get lonely. Seeing people only as holograms. Being seen only as a piece of equipment."
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It's been so long since that was him. He'd met Amelie, and then nothing mattered anymore. "You're pretty chatty tonight, you know. Didn't know you talked to people much at all." It's not accusing or anything, he looks curious as he speaks.
He's never really had anyone to talk to before. There had been Fragile, but that was different. They hadn't been friends. All of their talks had been strictly business. Higgs didn't talk about himself at all with her.
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Maybe he's been lonelier than he thought.
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He shifts a bit, a little awkwardly. He'd been a puppet on a string, surely Sam has had people far better to talk to than Higgs?
"Well... you'll have to forgive me when I say I ain't really much for conversation. That was..." talking about it is impossible. So much of it doesn't even feel real. He twists his hands together for a long moment. "That grandstanding shit wasn't really me."
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He finally looks at Higgs and says, "I think you're the realest person I've ever talked to."
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"Well. I'll listen. I'll listen to anything you tell me, anything you want me to hear."
Amelie had told Higgs about Sam, and just like that his attention had changed entirely. Sam had been the one who consumed his focus, even more so than the Final Stranding. Maybe it was because Amelie had accidentally connected him and Sam in ways She didn't intend. "After all, you did learn of all my secrets."
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"I read your journal," he corrects. "Don't know if those were all your secrets or not." And he sure as hell doesn't know why he keeps talking to Higgs like this. There's just -- something. Maybe Amelie had connected them in a way she hadn't planned on. Forged a bond between them, somehow.
"What do you know about me? About my secrets?" He's been curious to know what Amelie had told him.
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"Well, I know you were meant to be one of the ones to help end the world, as I said. I was told about the whole voidout that destroyed the satellite city you lived in. What else..." he frowns. For someone who had been practically engineered to be the perfect enemy for Sam, he actually doesn't know a whole lot about the man's past. But he knows a lot about how Sam is when he doesn't think anyone else is looking. "I know you were dragged into this against your will."
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"She told you what you needed to know. She knew the best bet to getting to me, to keep me going, was to create some sort of danger for herself. So I could go rescue her."
Sam pauses a moment, thoughtful. If Higgs has shared all his secrets, shouldn't Sam share some back? Life is just a series of transactions, after all. "What didn't she tell you, that you wanted to know?"
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He's thrown by the question as he leans against the wall, knees settling further against his chest. "I don't know. Ain't sure what sort of questions to ask, Sammy." Should it be mundane, boring questions? He's never in his life gotten to know someone before.
"Did you ever get sick of it? The whole dog and pony show. Sometimes, when I was more lucid, I wanted nothing more than to be able to quit."
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"I thought of quitting a thousand times. But then she'd be there, looking so sad. So desperate. Begging me to keep going. So I did."
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He sighs. "Not that you need to hear my opinions."
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Sam feels sorry for him, really. That's the crux of it. Sam feel sorry for what Higgs went through, because of Amelie. It's a trauma they both share. It gives them a bond, of sorts.
"The country is pretty fucking fragile right now. I think the preppers are gonna pull back out at some point. The rest might follow."
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He doesn't even really regret what happened to Middle Knot. But that had been his fault. Maybe he should. Maybe he will, when more time has passed.
Fuck, he's a mess. "Once they realize nothing about the world has actually changed, some of 'em are going to back out."
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Lucy would say he's dissociating. She'd probably be right.
"Still BTs crawling all over. Timefall hasn't stopped. It's the same shit as always."
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"You didn't stop shit."
He's said the line before. He still means it, maybe even more now.
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"They kept singing my praises at the inauguration and all the shit leading up to it. The unsung hero, who helped reunite the country. Made me sick to my stomach."
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He stretches out his long limbs. "They needed an enemy to defeat, and it couldn't be Her."
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Lou fusses as Sam raises his voice, bitter and angry and so, so hurt.
He picks Lou up to hold her against his chest, nose buried against the sparse sprinkling of hair on the top of her head. Humming the lullaby to her gently. To soothe himself as much as her.
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Horrible for Sam, horrible for himself, horrible in general... he really doesn't know. It just makes him feel hopeless, is all, especially when Sam cradles his kid in his arms like that. She's so tiny, so vulnerable.
He looks around the place awkwardly. All he's got are a bunch of books, empty boxes of pizza, and a huge wall of pictures of Sam. There's not much else for him to do, besides maybe wander into the front and rummage through all the miscellaneous shit he has.
Higgs doesn't move yet, though, instead looking horribly awkward and at a loss.
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