Yeah, she hasn't... heard of anything like that happen before... except in Phoenix's case, where his daughter-from-the-future showed up... but unlike Heather, Trucy had made herself known right away. Awkwardly, maybe... but it was all for the best.
So Cooper's statement gets a PSHHSHT sound.
"'Course not! That'd require me to be, like, a responsible, mature human being. I mean, duh, Cooper, get with the program."
Self-deprecation is something that's almost always in Heather's tone in one way or another-- she's never been one to shy away from self-mockery. But it's absolutely oozing from these words, and it lacks the goofy, playful edge that it's usually characterized by. Even now, she's disgusted with how she had handled this.
"I buried my head in the sand. I didn't even tell anybody that he was my dad. Apart from like... one or two people. I was too embarrassed. I didn't push him away, but I sure as hell didn't give him any reason to come closer, and so he didn't. Why would he? I was just some punk kid. I even gave him a fake name, so he wouldn't suspect."
Morris instead of Mason... the alias they'd gone by after the name-change that had resulted in 'Heather'.
"Anyway... time passed, shit went down... I eventually realized what an ungrateful idiot I'd been, and after I got a little... reality check, I finally told him who I was. He'd already figured it out... saw my real name on a police warrant, of all things. Really cementing my great rep in his eyes, right? ... But I told him. And..."
She pauses to take a deep breath, staring straight ahead.
"... And that's when he stopped replying."
She'd asked him if he was mad at her, for lying.
And even though it hadn't been his fault, and she'd gotten her closure with him now that he was back, older and wiser and accepting of her no matter HOW many mistakes she'd made... god, that silence had still hurt. It had hurt more than almost anything else she had experienced here in Johto.
Her voice is a little dull when she continues.
"It took about a month of radio silence before I finally got that error message. I still hadn't... told anybody about what had been going on. The fact that I'd finally said something and just... hadn't gotten anything back was just so fucking embarrassing, I didn't even say anything to the couple of people who DID know. And when I finally got the proof he was gone, I just..."
Wellp.
Removing her chin from her hand, she balls her fingers into a fist and raises it at Cooper, showing off the gnarled white scar tissue that decorates her knuckles, standing out quite visibly even in the dim light.
"There wasn't anybody around who I wouldn't have to explain the whole story to, and doing that just seemed... impossible, that night, so I just ... went off alone and found an alley wall somewhere in Goldenrod, and..."
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So Cooper's statement gets a PSHHSHT sound.
"'Course not! That'd require me to be, like, a responsible, mature human being. I mean, duh, Cooper, get with the program."
Self-deprecation is something that's almost always in Heather's tone in one way or another-- she's never been one to shy away from self-mockery. But it's absolutely oozing from these words, and it lacks the goofy, playful edge that it's usually characterized by. Even now, she's disgusted with how she had handled this.
"I buried my head in the sand. I didn't even tell anybody that he was my dad. Apart from like... one or two people. I was too embarrassed. I didn't push him away, but I sure as hell didn't give him any reason to come closer, and so he didn't. Why would he? I was just some punk kid. I even gave him a fake name, so he wouldn't suspect."
Morris instead of Mason... the alias they'd gone by after the name-change that had resulted in 'Heather'.
"Anyway... time passed, shit went down... I eventually realized what an ungrateful idiot I'd been, and after I got a little... reality check, I finally told him who I was. He'd already figured it out... saw my real name on a police warrant, of all things. Really cementing my great rep in his eyes, right? ... But I told him. And..."
She pauses to take a deep breath, staring straight ahead.
"... And that's when he stopped replying."
She'd asked him if he was mad at her, for lying.
And even though it hadn't been his fault, and she'd gotten her closure with him now that he was back, older and wiser and accepting of her no matter HOW many mistakes she'd made... god, that silence had still hurt. It had hurt more than almost anything else she had experienced here in Johto.
Her voice is a little dull when she continues.
"It took about a month of radio silence before I finally got that error message. I still hadn't... told anybody about what had been going on. The fact that I'd finally said something and just... hadn't gotten anything back was just so fucking embarrassing, I didn't even say anything to the couple of people who DID know. And when I finally got the proof he was gone, I just..."
Wellp.
Removing her chin from her hand, she balls her fingers into a fist and raises it at Cooper, showing off the gnarled white scar tissue that decorates her knuckles, standing out quite visibly even in the dim light.
"There wasn't anybody around who I wouldn't have to explain the whole story to, and doing that just seemed... impossible, that night, so I just ... went off alone and found an alley wall somewhere in Goldenrod, and..."
And the rest was history.