[He frowns at her for such a comment but says nothing, both because he expects that sort of thing from her and because it's clear she's got more to say and he's really rambled on enough. He's also got to frown at being "barely more than a wriggler" but that's old habit by now. On that at least, she's right.
As for the rest, he's unsure. He's mostly felt like he's fumbled up everything, except for where at she called him her hero.]
Maybe. But it ain't just that. [He starts toward her, moving back into that pile, if not so close as he was.] I remember the way you'd speak of the Neophyte, even when you felt hurt. Aletheia too. Only a fool could be missing what she means to you both. And then all them other motherfuckers we've met knowing of ancestors, idolizing... But opposing is my own memory, my own ancestor. I kept my distance cause even then I got presumption like there ain't wouldn't be time for me and then it was me what got running out of time. And when the kid showed the fuck up in Panem I got being distant again.
[He sighs.] No one in the world is going at to get these things what is being between us, me and him. There ain't know other what's got experience so alike. Same form, same pan, more or motherfucking less. And you and me and him, we ain't got lusii so... this is all we got. Doesn't it ever make like... [He turns over to her, just a little.] like you ought to connect? Don't you ever want to pry out story and all the fuck else from 'em just to be knowing it ain't you alone? They're your literal goddamn blood, doesn't that just wipe the fuckin pan entire?
[He's doing it again. Babbling. And worse babbling to his matesprit. He frowns.] ...We ain't got to talk about this. We've been so caught up in strife I ain't even gotten to asking you nothing. I think right now it might just be me what's being overwhelmed. You talk, aight? I'll get my listen on quiet.
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Date: 2017-03-24 05:08 am (UTC)As for the rest, he's unsure. He's mostly felt like he's fumbled up everything, except for where at she called him her hero.]
Maybe. But it ain't just that. [He starts toward her, moving back into that pile, if not so close as he was.] I remember the way you'd speak of the Neophyte, even when you felt hurt. Aletheia too. Only a fool could be missing what she means to you both. And then all them other motherfuckers we've met knowing of ancestors, idolizing... But opposing is my own memory, my own ancestor. I kept my distance cause even then I got presumption like there ain't wouldn't be time for me and then it was me what got running out of time. And when the kid showed the fuck up in Panem I got being distant again.
[He sighs.] No one in the world is going at to get these things what is being between us, me and him. There ain't know other what's got experience so alike. Same form, same pan, more or motherfucking less. And you and me and him, we ain't got lusii so... this is all we got. Doesn't it ever make like... [He turns over to her, just a little.] like you ought to connect? Don't you ever want to pry out story and all the fuck else from 'em just to be knowing it ain't you alone? They're your literal goddamn blood, doesn't that just wipe the fuckin pan entire?
[He's doing it again. Babbling. And worse babbling to his matesprit. He frowns.] ...We ain't got to talk about this. We've been so caught up in strife I ain't even gotten to asking you nothing. I think right now it might just be me what's being overwhelmed. You talk, aight? I'll get my listen on quiet.