[Of course those actions can't be taken back. Both of them made decisions that found them on this path from the beginning. The circumstances were outside their control, but what happened afterward was their fault, and their fault alone. As much as he hates Lobelia, and hates everything he is with that twisted nature, he knows he's as much to blame as anything. He could have left well enough alone. And yet Lobelia was like a scab he kept returning to pick and pick until it bled.]
[Everyone he interacts with is affected in some way, he thinks. He must be one hell of a blood stain one can't get out. It's why he did his damnednest to force people away. That's the classic lesson of a Fixer. Cut bonds. Move on. And here, he pulled Lobelia into his orbit, thinking it didn't matter because it was about proving something to him and himself. Maybe it was more than that.]
[The tiredness of his voice makes him silent for a long moment, eyebrows twitching together, unsure how to feel.]
["I'm sorry", huh.]
[.....Lobelia is different now, isn't he?]
...We'll find a way out of this mess. [He finally says, voice low. Whether the "we'll" is accidental, intentional, casually referred...hard to say.] As long as I still draw breath, even here, that's the flow I'll follow.
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[Of course those actions can't be taken back. Both of them made decisions that found them on this path from the beginning. The circumstances were outside their control, but what happened afterward was their fault, and their fault alone. As much as he hates Lobelia, and hates everything he is with that twisted nature, he knows he's as much to blame as anything. He could have left well enough alone. And yet Lobelia was like a scab he kept returning to pick and pick until it bled.]
[Everyone he interacts with is affected in some way, he thinks. He must be one hell of a blood stain one can't get out. It's why he did his damnednest to force people away. That's the classic lesson of a Fixer. Cut bonds. Move on. And here, he pulled Lobelia into his orbit, thinking it didn't matter because it was about proving something to him and himself. Maybe it was more than that.]
[The tiredness of his voice makes him silent for a long moment, eyebrows twitching together, unsure how to feel.]
["I'm sorry", huh.]
[.....Lobelia is different now, isn't he?]
...We'll find a way out of this mess. [He finally says, voice low. Whether the "we'll" is accidental, intentional, casually referred...hard to say.] As long as I still draw breath, even here, that's the flow I'll follow.