he heaves a sigh. this stuff is hard to talk about, but it's unfair to her if he doesn't. does the wound still bleed paint after he's wiped it so he can see how big a gash it is or ]
Yeah. I was scared that I'd mess up again, or that my friends wouldn't wanna have anything to do with me, or... a bunch of different things. Sometimes it kinda feels like I can't ever make up for everything I did.
[ he shrugs ]
But all I can do is keep trying, and trust that I've got people around me who'll keep me in check.
[With the wound cleaned, it seems like it mostly just glanced her. It's a neat slice, definitely from a blade sharp enough to open her up like her skin was made of paper.]
Isn't it hard to trust people when you don't know if they'll like you?
Well, I don't like myself a lot of the time, either.
[ it's a half-joke comment to stall, and probably not something he should be saying to the little girl he's currently trying to patch up. either way, he's frowning at the wound. ]
Might hafta get some cloth from the boutique... [ he's talking to himself, now. he shakes his head ] It's always hard to trust people when you're scared. But you trusted me, didn't you? Even if you couldn't be sure I wasn't lying when I said I'd keep liking you? It's sorta the same thing.
[Somehow, it doesn't feel like the same thing. And it doesn't make her feel any less scared, either...but she still likes hearing those words. Mary chews on her lip as she watches Lea examine her wound.]
I'll keep trusting you...because you believe in me. Nobody else ever has before.
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he heaves a sigh. this stuff is hard to talk about, but it's unfair to her if he doesn't. does the wound still bleed paint after he's wiped it so he can see how big a gash it is or ]
Yeah. I was scared that I'd mess up again, or that my friends wouldn't wanna have anything to do with me, or... a bunch of different things. Sometimes it kinda feels like I can't ever make up for everything I did.
[ he shrugs ]
But all I can do is keep trying, and trust that I've got people around me who'll keep me in check.
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[With the wound cleaned, it seems like it mostly just glanced her. It's a neat slice, definitely from a blade sharp enough to open her up like her skin was made of paper.]
Isn't it hard to trust people when you don't know if they'll like you?
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[ it's a half-joke comment to stall, and probably not something he should be saying to the little girl he's currently trying to patch up. either way, he's frowning at the wound. ]
Might hafta get some cloth from the boutique... [ he's talking to himself, now. he shakes his head ] It's always hard to trust people when you're scared. But you trusted me, didn't you? Even if you couldn't be sure I wasn't lying when I said I'd keep liking you? It's sorta the same thing.
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[Somehow, it doesn't feel like the same thing. And it doesn't make her feel any less scared, either...but she still likes hearing those words. Mary chews on her lip as she watches Lea examine her wound.]
I'll keep trusting you...because you believe in me. Nobody else ever has before.
[Nobody listened. Nobody listened to Mary.]
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That's what friends do. [ he lets go of her arm ] Let's go to the boutique, alright? I'm gonna cover up your gash. We should at least do that much.
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[ :( ]
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[ he offers his hand so that she can use the Other, Non-Injured arm ]
Anything else?
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What do you think they mean...about darkness and corruption? Did something bad get inside of me. Do you think...it's still in there?
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[ he doesn't want to lie to her about what it probably meant, so he simply doesn't answer? this is good parenting ]