argents: (why are you my remedy?)
ʙᴀɴᴀɢʜᴇʀ ʟɪɴᴋs ([personal profile] argents) wrote in [personal profile] unfearing 2013-05-02 04:38 am (UTC)

That's not it. I don't want you to be sorry for me. It's not my place to ask you for that.

[ God he doesn't even know what his place is anymore but everything just keeps barreling past any filters a smarter him would have had. If he was the type he'd shift blame to no sleep, an echo, a bloody kitchen floor...

But he's not.
]

None of us are really qualified for any of this. How can we be? I know we can't sit and do nothing, not when people have been hurt. Killed. When we find things or people to believe in, to make this seem less scary. But if we keep going like this, we'll burn out... we're capable of more than blindly striking out at the things we don't understand, aren't we? Out of pride, or worse. More than just backing ourselves into a corner like animals. I believed that, when I first met you.

I know you can do more. Both of you.


[ That's why. He needs her and Casval to stay safe. ]

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