[She draws away, curling in small, so much smaller than she already motherfucking is. Even then he can spot tears.
It kills him. He starts reaching out bring her in, to be a harder shell, then stops, hesitating before proper touch. He's been trying to get her to understand who he is for as long as he's known her, even if the reasons for that have changed again and again. Now she knows. Now she sees at last when it's already done, she pities a monster.
And the monster pities back. He finally wraps around again, so long as she'll allow. As long she lets him take her hands from her ears. He speaks in hush.]
I'm sorry. I know this ain't what you wanted. But don't... don't blame yourself for what I am, aight? Was never your responsibility. And you've gone about it, haven't you? You thought I was better for all what reasons you did. You didn't know. It ain't your fault.
[If he can, he'll unwind her. He'll try to wipe those tracks of teal away.
If not, he'll still go on, however much it breaks his heart.]
It ain't too late either. If thought in pan is being to change on me, I get it, and I won't stop you from going. You can claim as it was necessary being near me... for survival, if it soothes a conscience. Just so long as it's being because you do understand now. The world is different than what we make it on the fuck out to be. We do it to protect ourselves, but eventually we got to making truths to be known. Even when it hurts. Like now.
[And it does, terribly.]
Good and bad are complicated. People and what choices get being made are too. There isn't being easy answer at to this all, no matter how much we got wish for there to be.
... And bad or no, with or without, I pity you. You'll always be a hero good what's to me. So please, don't take this too hard upon you.
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It kills him. He starts reaching out bring her in, to be a harder shell, then stops, hesitating before proper touch. He's been trying to get her to understand who he is for as long as he's known her, even if the reasons for that have changed again and again. Now she knows. Now she sees at last when it's already done, she pities a monster.
And the monster pities back. He finally wraps around again, so long as she'll allow. As long she lets him take her hands from her ears. He speaks in hush.]
I'm sorry. I know this ain't what you wanted. But don't... don't blame yourself for what I am, aight? Was never your responsibility. And you've gone about it, haven't you? You thought I was better for all what reasons you did. You didn't know. It ain't your fault.
[If he can, he'll unwind her. He'll try to wipe those tracks of teal away.
If not, he'll still go on, however much it breaks his heart.]
It ain't too late either. If thought in pan is being to change on me, I get it, and I won't stop you from going. You can claim as it was necessary being near me... for survival, if it soothes a conscience. Just so long as it's being because you do understand now. The world is different than what we make it on the fuck out to be. We do it to protect ourselves, but eventually we got to making truths to be known. Even when it hurts. Like now.
[And it does, terribly.]
Good and bad are complicated. People and what choices get being made are too. There isn't being easy answer at to this all, no matter how much we got wish for there to be.
... And bad or no, with or without, I pity you. You'll always be a hero good what's to me. So please, don't take this too hard upon you.