[ Which doesn't answer the question, not in the intended way. But in a sense, it does-- because if she was fine, she wouldn't have to reassure him in such a tiredly distant manner. ]
I am very much still a stranger to you. More people are dying by the week, at our own hands. You have no reason to-- rather, I wouldn't advise reaching out to me.
[he thinks about it for a second, like he's trying to formulate his answer. what he comes up with first is honest, sincere, and from his gut - ]
.... I don't really see a reason not to care about anybody. Even if things are going pretty wild here, I don't really know how to just... turn it off. I'll probably get burned, or disheartened by the people I can't save but... I'm prepared for that though. I still think it's worth it to reach out.
[and then, almost more thoughtfully after he takes a second.]
.... and revenge can be a lonely path. I know you've already been betrayed, Primrose-san. And I... I get that feeling, too. Maybe not like this but....
[ . . . . ]
We're probably different. I think you're way cooler than I am.
But if I were to be honest, I think.... it would've been nice. If someone could've reached out to me, even when... I said I didn't want it.
... Those who reach out to me may not live to regret it. [ And she can only be grateful that he hadn't witnessed that memory.
Still, he... isn't wrong. She's thrown up her walls, delicately bared her teeth, retreated behind a layer of simpering deceit, all to remain focused on her path. But still... ]
However, I've warned you. If you still wish to... I won't stop you any further than that.
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... It's fine. [ quietly ]
He doesn't deserve your emotions.
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But Primrose-san, he....!!
[ . . . . .
no, she gets to decide what to feel here. he can't argue even though he's clearly still worked up]
.... are.... are you okay?
[to relive that]
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[ Which doesn't answer the question, not in the intended way. But in a sense, it does-- because if she was fine, she wouldn't have to reassure him in such a tiredly distant manner. ]
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There's not any really good thing to say to all that, I think, but...
[ . . . he'll just reach out to put a hand on her shoulder - a light touch that she can pull away from at any point]
.... I'm here if you need anything, yeah? You don't have to carry that thing alone... if you don't want to.
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[ Though she does rest a grateful hand on top of his. ]
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I'm not going to invite myself or anything either but it's -
[a beat]
It's what happens when you care about someone else's well-being, right? You just want them to be okay.
So even if you're not fine right now, Primrose-san... I'll still want to help you get there.
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[ Quietly. ]
I am very much still a stranger to you. More people are dying by the week, at our own hands. You have no reason to-- rather, I wouldn't advise reaching out to me.
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.... I don't really see a reason not to care about anybody. Even if things are going pretty wild here, I don't really know how to just... turn it off. I'll probably get burned, or disheartened by the people I can't save but... I'm prepared for that though. I still think it's worth it to reach out.
[and then, almost more thoughtfully after he takes a second.]
.... and revenge can be a lonely path. I know you've already been betrayed, Primrose-san. And I... I get that feeling, too. Maybe not like this but....
[ . . . . ]
We're probably different. I think you're way cooler than I am.
But if I were to be honest, I think.... it would've been nice. If someone could've reached out to me, even when... I said I didn't want it.
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Still, he... isn't wrong. She's thrown up her walls, delicately bared her teeth, retreated behind a layer of simpering deceit, all to remain focused on her path. But still... ]
However, I've warned you. If you still wish to... I won't stop you any further than that.
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.... I do still wish to. I'm going to try my hardest to make it so that there doesn't have to be regret on either of our parts.
Thanks - for even letting me in this much. I.... Stubborn as I can be, I know that's hard too.