Looking a little doubtful and ready to move in close to support Okita again if need be, Jaime settled back down to picking at the weeds around his plant. He stopped, one hand closed around a large weed, as Okita spoke again.
"1864? You're from the past?" he asked in surprise. That made things even more complicated, and he cast his mind back quickly to what he remembered the Scarab saying when he'd first arrived here. It hadn't said anything about time travel, but that could just mean he hadn't gone through time, or that the Scarab couldn't tell. It seemed like that was happening too much of late.
Another thing that had been happening a lot was the Scarab making it more difficult for him to keep things secret. Around home and at school it only really piped up to warn him of something big, which he could ignore or find a way to get away from others if need be. Here there were a lot more metas and aliens and magic users and who knew what else, not to mention that the Scarab was acting more paranoid than normal, so Jaime just keeping quiet when it started talking was going to take more effort. He was either going to have to work on that or work out how much he could afford to tell others here.
He thought all this over as he worked at the weeds and debated how to best answer Okita. It would just be insulting to reiterate that he was just a normal kid from El Paso, and Okita hadn't been treating him like a kid anyway. But all the same the other man would have to realise that Jaime himself wasn't just going to be open about everything.
"There's more to me than I'd want to say in public too," he said eventually, paraphrasing Okita's answer from earlier. "Things I won't tell people I don't trust."
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"1864? You're from the past?" he asked in surprise. That made things even more complicated, and he cast his mind back quickly to what he remembered the Scarab saying when he'd first arrived here. It hadn't said anything about time travel, but that could just mean he hadn't gone through time, or that the Scarab couldn't tell. It seemed like that was happening too much of late.
Another thing that had been happening a lot was the Scarab making it more difficult for him to keep things secret. Around home and at school it only really piped up to warn him of something big, which he could ignore or find a way to get away from others if need be. Here there were a lot more metas and aliens and magic users and who knew what else, not to mention that the Scarab was acting more paranoid than normal, so Jaime just keeping quiet when it started talking was going to take more effort. He was either going to have to work on that or work out how much he could afford to tell others here.
He thought all this over as he worked at the weeds and debated how to best answer Okita. It would just be insulting to reiterate that he was just a normal kid from El Paso, and Okita hadn't been treating him like a kid anyway. But all the same the other man would have to realise that Jaime himself wasn't just going to be open about everything.
"There's more to me than I'd want to say in public too," he said eventually, paraphrasing Okita's answer from earlier. "Things I won't tell people I don't trust."