[lucky for him, Fenris can't watch him pressing his palms over his eyes. he's not sure if Fenris' devotion to his own misery makes him angry, or just... upset. he knows he doesn't have much right to be either.
but something about Fenris has always stuck with him. since he met him. maybe he's just always felt kind of bad for him. part of his Kings' Realm, perhaps, or maybe he just reminds him of himself.
but he doesn't want to drag this thing somewhere it doesn't need to go. he's been drinking, but not enough for this argument.]
I'd offer to help, you know, but you're already pissed off, so. I know how that'd go without having to say it.
So thanks for the thought, I guess.
[he will turn his device off and leave it somewhere for a while. he's not keen on responding, if there's ever anything to even respond to.]
[Fenris knew the offer was going to come. Even without the feelings of anger and betray he has towards Robin, he likely wouldn't have accepted it. He speaks so much of moving forward, of finding a new life, of leaving all these chains behind. He says it to Nel, plenty, demands it of the other elf.
But Fenris is best at his hypocrisy, and cannot leave his own chains behind. Not entirely. His own are his hatred, his dogged need to hang on to it, to be spiteful and vicious to those who wrong him and never, ever let it go. To never forgive, to never forget. He knows it will slowly destroy him, but he hangs onto it all the same.
As he does his markings. He's a fool, and he knows it. But fixing it. Fixing himself is something still far beyond him. ]
That fact it is your offer and not someone else's would do little to change my answer.
[He can take whatever comfort from that he wishes. Fenris doesn't much care. ]
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[lucky for him, Fenris can't watch him pressing his palms over his eyes. he's not sure if Fenris' devotion to his own misery makes him angry, or just... upset. he knows he doesn't have much right to be either.
but something about Fenris has always stuck with him. since he met him. maybe he's just always felt kind of bad for him. part of his Kings' Realm, perhaps, or maybe he just reminds him of himself.
but he doesn't want to drag this thing somewhere it doesn't need to go. he's been drinking, but not enough for this argument.]
I'd offer to help, you know, but you're already pissed off, so. I know how that'd go without having to say it.
So thanks for the thought, I guess.
[he will turn his device off and leave it somewhere for a while. he's not keen on responding, if there's ever anything to even respond to.]
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But Fenris is best at his hypocrisy, and cannot leave his own chains behind. Not entirely. His own are his hatred, his dogged need to hang on to it, to be spiteful and vicious to those who wrong him and never, ever let it go. To never forgive, to never forget. He knows it will slowly destroy him, but he hangs onto it all the same.
As he does his markings. He's a fool, and he knows it. But fixing it. Fixing himself is something still far beyond him. ]
That fact it is your offer and not someone else's would do little to change my answer.
[He can take whatever comfort from that he wishes. Fenris doesn't much care. ]