"Give me one good reason to take you with me."
"Shadow puppets. Brilliant shadow puppets."
Any Ziggy/Dillon friendship-shipper knows THOSE lines from "Fade to Black". But alas, I don't know them or anything Power Rangers… save a DVD of the Mighty Morphin movie, a sticker sheet, and a couple PR action figures. Ahem.
2: Reassurance
Although Dillon would never tell Ziggy this, he had already decided that wherever or however he left the jail, he'd find a way to bring Ziggy with him. When he had decided this he wasn't sure. As they headed up to the cafeteria for lunch Dillon could at least review the real reasons he was taking Ziggy with him while Ziggy recited a litany of other, improbable reasons.
First off, Dillon didn't know any one else. Ziggy and his locket were the only things grounding him to this world. And Dillon knew he could trust Ziggy with his life.
Second, the guy was funny without even meaning to. While there were giant blasters going off at them, Ziggy was going on about clarinets… whatever a clarinet was. And the shadow puppet thing was pretty funny too. Although Ziggy didn't seem half-bad at those.
Third, he owed his name to Ziggy. Somehow the guy had gotten him to choose a new name for himself. Whether that meant a new life as well, Dillon didn't know. But he wanted Ziggy there when he found out.
Fourth, Ziggy wouldn't be in jail if it weren't for him. Maybe he should have left Ziggy out in the Waste if he was just going to end up in jail. That was what Ziggy had wanted, anyway. So why hadn't Dillon let Ziggy out? Maybe the two of them had already become friends by then.
Fifth, Dillon was tired of being alone even if he wanted to deny it. He had a feeling that Ziggy would squirm his way through any barriers he might put up. It'd be nice to find out what friendship was exactly.
Sixth… well, there wasn't really a good sixth reason except that Dillon had found himself attached to the guy. Maybe it was because he was so human where Dillon had lost a part of that. Maybe it was because he never shut up!
"Ziggy!"
Abashed, the younger man shut his mouth just as they reached the cafeteria. Not allowing his gaze to gentle Dillon informed Ziggy, "I'm not leaving you here to torture the good citizens of Corinth. Now shut up, please."
"Yeah!" Ziggy beamed. "When are we breaking out?"
It's a good thing we don't know each other better, Dillon mused. Otherwise Ziggy might have hugged me.