I didn't have to do a lot of things but I did them anyway.
[Not flippant, just a statement of facts.]
You don't have to pretend to be fine. I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Lunafreya: you don't have to put on that brave king act. I'm not here to measure you on how much you can put up with.
[And he knows, oh he knows, that without an outlet, everything will inevitably fall apart. Slowly, Nyx begins to saunter towards Noctis, though he chooses to stand instead of sit.]
The day the Nifs attacked my home was the day my sister died. You probably heard her voice in the link. I signed up for the Glaive the next day. My best friend Libertus and I? We were the poster boys. We were some of the first refugees and Galahdians to sign up and be accepted into the Glaive. But I was a mess those days. You'd think it was just the one picture in the newspaper, but it was everywhere. I can't even remember the training and the prereqs before we were let in. Everything was automatic. I might've been better to myself and my mother if I had just stopped for a second.
[He doesn't regret signing up, not at all, but it took what was left of the Ulrics weeks to finally get themselves together and make something of a service for Selene. He doesn't go much into it, but the melancholy is evident in the link, purples simmering to dark blues. He tries to hone in on his imaginary friend the couerl, anchors himself to it like it's what's going to keep him from slipping back into darker days. Hard enough having to run away from home, hard enough having to live in a place that didn't really want you, hard enough having nothing to show for your losses except whatever clothing you had on your back.]
You're not going to do anyone good by putting up with it and sucking it all in. We feel it too. Give yourself a day or two, maybe even three. You say we don't have time but you'll hurt yourself and someone else if you don't work out what's going on. [A beat.] They deserve better than pretending. Annie yelled at me enough about how she could only let you be the soft one to her. I'm pretty sure we got into an argument about arguing whether or not I should give a damn about her because she got enough from you.
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Date: 2017-07-06 04:16 pm (UTC)[Not flippant, just a statement of facts.]
You don't have to pretend to be fine. I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Lunafreya: you don't have to put on that brave king act. I'm not here to measure you on how much you can put up with.
[And he knows, oh he knows, that without an outlet, everything will inevitably fall apart. Slowly, Nyx begins to saunter towards Noctis, though he chooses to stand instead of sit.]
The day the Nifs attacked my home was the day my sister died. You probably heard her voice in the link. I signed up for the Glaive the next day. My best friend Libertus and I? We were the poster boys. We were some of the first refugees and Galahdians to sign up and be accepted into the Glaive. But I was a mess those days. You'd think it was just the one picture in the newspaper, but it was everywhere. I can't even remember the training and the prereqs before we were let in. Everything was automatic. I might've been better to myself and my mother if I had just stopped for a second.
[He doesn't regret signing up, not at all, but it took what was left of the Ulrics weeks to finally get themselves together and make something of a service for Selene. He doesn't go much into it, but the melancholy is evident in the link, purples simmering to dark blues. He tries to hone in on his imaginary friend the couerl, anchors himself to it like it's what's going to keep him from slipping back into darker days. Hard enough having to run away from home, hard enough having to live in a place that didn't really want you, hard enough having nothing to show for your losses except whatever clothing you had on your back.]
You're not going to do anyone good by putting up with it and sucking it all in. We feel it too. Give yourself a day or two, maybe even three. You say we don't have time but you'll hurt yourself and someone else if you don't work out what's going on. [A beat.] They deserve better than pretending. Annie yelled at me enough about how she could only let you be the soft one to her. I'm pretty sure we got into an argument about arguing whether or not I should give a damn about her because she got enough from you.