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[tenebraecious]

[given roughly five minutes or so, she comes back in with a tray: water, tea, biscuits, sandwiches, and fruit . . . and then the door gets shut as she moves to put it down at a table]

Take whatever you like.

[going to start on a cup of tea for herself and him]

[mind_blown]

[honestly, he'll take at least one of the biscuits, before leaning against the wall.

in the light, it's easier to see that he's very pale, and has new scars along his arms]

Thanks.

[tenebraecious]

You are welcome.

[considering that then setting a cup of tea down in his direction, hands around her own cup]

You said you were bad at explaining. Would questions help? Or would you rather take some time to put everything in order?

[mind_blown]

... It's not that I'm bad at explaining.

[he pauses, furrowing his brow....]

... Let's try questions. Maybe that'll work.

[tenebraecious]

[absolutely keeping eyes on him, trained to do so]

You were hurt. How?

[mind_blown]

I got into a fight.

And I didn't care about how hurt I got, so... it just made it worse.

[tenebraecious]

You worried someone. How did that make it worse?

[mind_blown]

Because... I backed Griffin into a corner. I was trying to kill him.

[tenebraecious]

. . . You did not?

[mind_blown]

No, I didn't.

[tenebraecious]

It is still difficult that you tried?

[she's guessing, it shows]

[mind_blown]

... A little.

That idiot's mad that he didn't beat me, and I'm mad that I almost killed someone I liked for no damn reason.

[tenebraecious]

Griffin has different priorities. You cannot hold them against him if you do feel something towards him . . .

[mind_blown]

... Then let say it this way: I'm mad at myself.

[tenebraecious]

[and dropping her gaze]

I know. That you thought and moved to that without hesitation has troubled you for some time now, hasn't it?

[letting go of her cup of tea, going to delicately find a spot near him, leaning against him with a sigh]

You put great effort in holding yourself back. If only, that much effort could go into easily following your ideals. That is asking a great deal, I know, but I know you are capable. Under your own power and means, you can.

[mind_blown]

Yeah. When my head's not being messed with? I can hold myself back

[he pauses, glancing over at her, and then slightly counter-leaning, and then he moves his hand over hers.]

Guess... I don't know.

[tenebraecious]

You are not wrong to wish to fight and hurt to protect those you love, Jay. Many are protected by the sacrifices of those willing to endure that labor.

[lacing her fingers with his]

[mind_blown]

[it's weird that he appreciates the contact so, when he doesn't necessarily seek it out either.]

What if it was pointless. Another case of getting your intentions and decision making hijacked?

[tenebraecious]

It is not pointless. Your intentions and decision are you. If you wish to cast blame on all for what they are made to do, then you will end up alone.

[mind_blown]

... I guess.

[he's quiet, mulling that one over. it feels a little incongruous to him, and how he thinks. but give him a minute.]

[tenebraecious]

[settling against him, giving him that minute, and hoping he sees some truth to it; can't help the way the world responds to your actions]

[mind_blown]

... Guess there's some truth to that.

[tenebraecious]

That is my hope. Otherwise . . . [burying against him slightly]

[mind_blown]

Otherwise...?

[he lifts his arm to put it around her shoulder now]

[tenebraecious]

[sighs]

I would have realized the goal that a god had given me, for no purpose or reason.