Michael - Max
The great Max.
The perfect Max.
I don't need a minute to know that you are not half as sure as you are supposed to be.
Not when I look in your eyes and see the fear.
We are supposed to have the same abilities each. Yet we don't. I mean it makes sense
that you as the great Leader would be better at healing. And me your second in command
head of the troops. That I would know how to hurt.
To defeat.
To destroy.
To kill.
Or maybe it was because it was what I learned it early on in my life here. You saw how
much pain a hand could take away. How soft hands could make a stomach pain not that
bad. Or make you sleep when the cold kept you up.
I on the other hand learned how much pain it can bring. How a hand raised never brought
anything but hurt.
But in the fight that awaits us it is what we need.
At least till you and Isabel learn to fight too.
So if I had one minute of your mind. What would my question be?
Nothing alien. Even when I am envious on the knowledge that you gained from our lives
back then. Even when it would be interesting to know how I looked like before my genes
gut mixed up with Mr. Dupre.
Also not the mistakes we made. The ones that got us killed. Because I know that this is not
the kind of information that you would hold back on us if you knew.
What I would like to know would be. How it is to have a family. A family that is intact.
Because frankly I am afraid. Afraid that once I grow up. Once I have a family on my own
I will make show that some roots not so far removed. And that some old dogs can't be taught
any new tricks.
Show me how it is to have a family that cares. So that ones I have my own I won't start to
learn. But already know.
I just hope that this minute would be enough.
The great Max.
The perfect Max.
I don't need a minute to know that you are not half as sure as you are supposed to be.
Not when I look in your eyes and see the fear.
We are supposed to have the same abilities each. Yet we don't. I mean it makes sense
that you as the great Leader would be better at healing. And me your second in command
head of the troops. That I would know how to hurt.
To defeat.
To destroy.
To kill.
Or maybe it was because it was what I learned it early on in my life here. You saw how
much pain a hand could take away. How soft hands could make a stomach pain not that
bad. Or make you sleep when the cold kept you up.
I on the other hand learned how much pain it can bring. How a hand raised never brought
anything but hurt.
But in the fight that awaits us it is what we need.
At least till you and Isabel learn to fight too.
So if I had one minute of your mind. What would my question be?
Nothing alien. Even when I am envious on the knowledge that you gained from our lives
back then. Even when it would be interesting to know how I looked like before my genes
gut mixed up with Mr. Dupre.
Also not the mistakes we made. The ones that got us killed. Because I know that this is not
the kind of information that you would hold back on us if you knew.
What I would like to know would be. How it is to have a family. A family that is intact.
Because frankly I am afraid. Afraid that once I grow up. Once I have a family on my own
I will make show that some roots not so far removed. And that some old dogs can't be taught
any new tricks.
Show me how it is to have a family that cares. So that ones I have my own I won't start to
learn. But already know.
I just hope that this minute would be enough.