>>5789440“Then let’s not beat around that bush.” Suggests your father as he drums his gloved fingers on the desk. “Let’s beat this one: your heroic little piece of tail told me about your… ‘<span class="mu-i">Miner</span>’ inconveniences below the island…” Leaning forward and steepling his hands, the detective raises his eyebrow at you once again. “Tell me, boy, how far do you think that girl’s ‘<span class="mu-i">heroism</span>’ would have carried her if you didn’t show up, hm?”
That’s right, you counter, <span class="mu-i">you</span> saved her! Just like you saved everyone el-
“Get it through your thick skull, you dough-slinging <span class="mu-i">GOON</span>,” Snarls your father as anger builds in his stony gaze, “I’m trying to <span class="mu-i">HELP</span> you!”
Well <span class="mu-i">shit</span> you scoff, guess that makes it all better then, doesn’t it?
“You just… you just don’t <span class="mu-i">get</span> it, do you?” He asks as he runs a hand through his oily, unkempt hair. “You think that it ends just because you win a fight… <span class="mu-s">THE END, ROLL CREDITS</span>.”
Yea, you nod with a mocking expression, that <span class="mu-i">does</span> seem to solve the problem, doesn’t it?
“You’re right. Case closed, dipshit.” Your father sighs angrily, “Let’s chalk up the stats, then: we’ve got one perpetrator splattered at the base of a mountain, and another that… and you’ll have to clear this one up for me: ‘<span class="mu-i">TELEPORTED AWAY?</span>’”
Glancing between you and his notebook, your father gives you a sarcastic golf clap. “Bravo. You oughta’ teach that shit at the academy.”
You respond to his praise with a laugh of your own. This… this is all just sour grapes for him, isn’t it? He’s just utterly incapable of accepting the fact that his son stopped an honest-to-god <span class="mu-s">MAD SCIENTIST</span>... and he didn’t even need his shitty dad’s help doing it! Wow!
The detective just dismissively shakes his head. “And it just <span class="mu-i">had</span> to be you, didn’t it? Not the war veteran groundskeeper… or the fucking <span class="mu-s">UBERMENSCHEN</span> Hauser kids… no, it <span class="mu-i">had</span> to be <span class="mu-i">your</span> ass in the fire, didn’t it?”
You shrug. Anyone else would’ve messed it up!
For a moment you can almost see a smile forming on your dad’s face. A bitter one, but a smile nonetheless. “You… you really believe your own bullshit, don’t you? You wanna ride this hero crap all the way to an early grave.”
Damn right, you nod, you owe that to the people that nearly bit the big one tonight… and the ones that put it all on the line in the first place.
Yep, it’s a bitter smile. “Alright, Diesel… you wanna be a hero?”
More than <span class="mu-i">anything</span>, you snarl through gritted teeth. A rueful laugh escapes your father’s lips.
“Fine. You win.”
>CONTD. 