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[ Good place to start. ]

Let's start with peeling the carrots. I've washed the vegetables already but that would be your first step. [ Accelerator can figure out how to wash vegetables on his own, that's not hard just tedious. ] Watch how I do it.

[ He grabs a carrot and the Y peeler and deliberately peels three long strips of the carrot's skin, and then puts both down and steps aside. ]

You do the rest and the other carrot as well.

Okay.

[At the very least, Accelerator takes this seriously, watching intently as John peels the carrot. It seems easy enough, so he leans against the counter, letting go of his crutch so he can grab the peeler and vegetable. He gives it a few experimental swipes.

It... isn't great, but he keeps going with a very serious expression on his face. Those vegetables are going to get peeled!]

[ John shouldn't be surprised that Accelerator is taking this seriously, and... he's not. Somehow he didn't doubt that Accelerator would take this seriously. But he has no real criticism of his peeling, it's the work of someone unfamiliar with the movement. Nothing that practice can't solve.

When Accelerator is finished John moves the bowl with carrot peel scraps aside and pulls the cutting board closer. ]

Pay attention to how I'm holding the knife, especially my off hand. Tuck your fingers slightly so the blade slides against the back of your fingers, not towards the finger tips.

[ He carefully demonstrates the correct position for both hands and slices the tip of the carrot off, then tosses it in the scraps bowl. Then he slices quarter inch disks from the carrot, going an inch up on the vegetable. The knife gets placed down and he slides the cutting board over to Accelerator. ]

Take it slow.

[Accelerator is noticing how terrible of a job he's doing peeling the carrots, and by the time he finishes he's scowling down at the vegetables as if they've offended. They haven't, of course, he's just annoyed with himself for somehow not being good at this even though he's never done it before.

That's also why he's silent as he listens to John's instructions and watches his demonstration. This seems more difficult than peeling, since it requires (in his mind, anyways) being able to cut exact measurements. After the cutting board is slid in front of him he stares down at it, sorely tempted to cheat by just cutting everything with his ability. He's never bothered using it on produce before, but he's confident he could chop everything up perfectly with a few simple (hah) equations.

He's still considering that option as he picks up the knife, squinting down at the carrot and mentally measuring out exact quarter inches.]

Can't you just buy this shit already cut up?

[He starts cutting. His measurements are dead-on, but unfortunately he's less skilled at keeping the blade of the knife straight, so a lot of these pieces of carrot are going to end up somewhat angled.]

[ Once again, this is something that will come with practice. Accelerator is smart enough to recognize what he's doing wrong and will (hopefully) ask for help if he needs it. Micromanaging will only get them both frustrated. ]

You can buy shredded carrots at the grocery store but not sliced rounds like this.

[ Getting settled in talking about mundane things like cooking is better than just jumping in the deep end, right? He has no clue how to segue into talking about Earth and all the things that happened there. Either it will come up or... he'll just have to make the leap. But he can wait a bit longer. ]

[Accelerator clicks his tongue as he chops, it becoming quickly clear to him that he isn't doing a great job of this. Despite that he keeps going, focusing more on trying to keep the damn knife straight, frustration growing on his face.]

They should just sell it already sliced like this. It'd be ea -

[That thought is cut off as the knife slips and digs into one of his fingers. Not deeply, thankfully, but there's blood and he's dropping the knife as he curses.]

- Fuck!

[ John is immediately grabbing the injured finger above the cut, applying pressure, and dragging him over to the sink where he turns the water on. ]

Keep pressure on that.

[ And then off he goes for the first aid kit. Thankfully it's not far and he's back quickly, but he just sets it aside for now, opting to examine Accelerator's finger under the stream of water instead. ]

Doesn't look like it needs stitches. A bandaid should do.

[ He gets one that's close enough to the right size and a paper towel. ]

Dry your finger off with this and I'll put it on.

[A second curse is escaping him when John grabs him, both because he isn't use to being touched and because his dumb ass let go of his crutch, so when John drags him over to the sink he's having to grab onto him with his other hand to keep himself from falling over. Having used his crutch for long enough to be used to it, not having it while his body is in normal mode makes him feel even more unbalanced, and his legs wobble shakily. Once they're at the sink he's latching onto it, glaring a little at John as he steadies himself.]

It isn't a big deal.

[He's grumbling that in irritation, taking the paper towel and drying his hand off. It stings, especially after pouring a bunch of water on it, but it's nothing he hasn't felt before.]

[ John ignores the grumbling and puts the bandaid on anyways. ]

It's easy for the knife to slip if you're not paying attention. Happens even to the best cooks. You're lucky it was just a little cut.

[ That gives him an idea though. ]

How is your arm feeling?

[ Is this the start of that conversation? Maybe? He's expecting that Accelerator will try to shut down this dialogue but John is going to push this time. ]

[He rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter. Cool, cut himself, nearly fell over because he can't stand on his own, this is off to a great start. That question doesn't help his mood, and he's silent for a few seconds, stewing and trying to decide it he wants to answer.]

... It's fine. That version of Earth had some really advanced medical equipment.

[His tone is dismissive. His arm is still sore, yeah, but it's usable, so it's not worth bringing up. Not when there are a bunch of bad memories and feelings attached.]

[ To be fair to Accelerator, John should have realized it would be hard for him to get to the sink on his own. But he doesn't dwell much on it. Instead he tries to figure out where to go from here. Accelerator clearly doesn't want to talk about it. But they need to. ]

It wasn't all bad.

[His eyes hang on the bandage before he turns his gaze up to meet John's, his expression dark. This is not a subject he wants to tackle, though at the same time he knows ignoring it isn't helping any.]

Yeah, it was. Don't pretend otherwise.

[ It wasn't. Not all of it. The time he got to spend with Harold, the time he got to spend with Accelerator. There were good things. ]

I don't think that was you any more than it was me.

[ It doesn't change what happened, not at all, but John is certain he's not the same person he was on Earth. He wouldn't do that. Why would he do that? There's no explanation for it. ]

[Oh, God. Is this another attempt at excusing what he did? Lois had brought up the possibility that his mind had been affected by the anomaly, and that had stuck with him. He couldn't believe it then, and he won't believe it now.

He clicks his tongue, reaching up to switch his choker's mode for a few seconds so that he can move back over to the chopping board. Grabbing the carrots, he takes them back over to the sink to wash them, in case he got any blood on them.]

You, of all people, should know how big a load of horse shit that is.

[ This isn't going to be an easy conversation. ]

I don't believe after five years of saving lives that I would suddenly start taking them. And I don't think you would either. We're both capable of it, but it's not who we are.

[ They're both terrifying people, capable of doing terrible things, have done terrible things, but they're both also trying to do better. ]

[He looks away, rinsing the carrots under some hot water and scrubbing them a bit harder than necessary.]

Then you're a better person than I am, because I killed people during the riot back when we were on that fucking train.

[To be fair, it was to protect some kids who were in danger, but that's a detail he doesn't want to bring up.]

[ John isn't fooled, but only because he saw the memory in Aphaia. ]

Why?

[ He doesn't believe Accelerator would kill someone without a reason, and he thinks the reason would be good. ]

[Once the carrots are washed he scrubs the cutting board, then moves everything back to its original place. He grabs the knife, but he doesn't start cutting quite yet.]

It doesn't matter. What matters is the that I killed people.

[ Is that true? Does the motive not matter at all? John has grappled with that question for a long time. It's easy to forgive in others what he's done himself. Of course Accelerator isn't a cold hearted killer, he's a kid who was brought up in a horrible environment. It's easy to hold other people to a different standard. So should he hold them to Harold's standard, or should he not weigh so heavily his own failures? ]

Then we do better tomorrow.

[Accelerator situates himself in front of the cutting board, switching his choker back to normal mode. He stares down hard at the carrots, trying to sort out his mind before trying to chop them again. If he doesn't, he's pretty sure he's only going to cut himself again.]

I might make the same decision tomorrow.

[Will is the word that's floating around in his mind. He will make the same decision tomorrow. It happened on the train, it happened in San Francisco, it seems likely it's going to happen during the next mission, too.]

Then make a different decision the next day.

[ John doesn't believe this is him forever. He doesn't. He just doesn't. He says it so simply, with quiet confidence. Accelerator can make a different choice. One day he will. It won't always be easy, but it's worth it. ]

[He clutches the knife a bit tighter, gritting his teeth.]

Maybe it's that easy for you. It isn't for me.

It isn't easy. But it's worth it. Everyone is relevant to someone.

[ It would be so easy to just... shoot someone. Make all the problems go away. It had seemed so obvious on Earth. Who cares? But now he cares. He feels that weight. He'll do better next time, he'll do better tomorrow. He won't kill people again. Next time he'll recognize the signs, stop it before it happens. He can do better. He will do better. ]

I know. Sometimes that hasn't been enough to stop me.

[That's what makes it so bad, doesn't it? He knows he's hurting people who matter, and he hurt them anyways. It's why that Level 0 had stepped in to save #10 032 that night in the train yard. He had said he didn't care about the fact that she was a clone, all that he cared about was that she, as an individual, mattered to him. It hurts to think about.

He exhales slowly.]

I know people are talking about the fucking anomaly causing problems, but I've got no reason to believe it made me do anything I wouldn't have done on my own.

[ But he disagrees. He saw Aphaia, saw the regret. Accelerator is trying. He does understand. How does he explain this? He's not good with words, hasn't been for a long time now. If... Harold, or Joss would be better at this. But he has to do it. ]

I saw you in Aphaia. You wouldn't do it carelessly. You understand.

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