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[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[velluminous]

[ if he was going to hurt her, she doesn't think a few feet would make a difference. his abilities... she wonders just what they could do to a person. ]

You must want to.

[vecna]

[It’s probably better that she doesn’t know. Her imagination is likely kinder.]

You’re like me. Haven’t I made that clear by now? Why would I want to hurt you just because you’re scared, just because you don’t understand?

[No. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have by now. He does not stay his hand for those he truly hates — she just far from qualifies.]

[velluminous]

Why does it have to be me who doesn't understand?

[vecna]

Because I don’t know what you want me to do other than accept living in a world I’m unsuited for. If I can even return to it at all!

[velluminous]

No one is born knowing how to live in their world, Henry! You aren't alone!

[vecna]

That’s not true.

[His parents, ready to toss him aside. Eleven, who did the same. And now Sprezzatura, who looks like she may continue the trend.]

Look at you. I can see it on your face. You’re moments away from leaving, too.

[velluminous]

[ he is so--

indescribably lonely. more than the white-knuckle anger, more than the roiling hate, he's still that child who was turned away by his family.

like her. ]

I'm not.

[vecna]

[Quiet. So, so quiet. How ridiculous that for all of his arguing, those two words seem to be the crux that he cannot shatter. The one piece of the argument that doesn’t unravel so easily.

The day has been too much. A part of it doesn’t even feel real. Henry loses his fire, now, sharp edges no longer as sharp, eyes cutting to the side as a palm raises to scrub at his face, then cards messily through his hair.]

It sounded like you were.

[The only measly retort he has. So much like a child, really.]

[velluminous]

[ lord help any man who tries to argue with sprezzatura vaux... especially when he's already also broken and shattered ]

Well, I am not! I am not giving up on you, because giving up on you is same as giving up on me! I will show you, even if you do not want to see.

[vecna]

[Broken and shattered, uncertain how to feel, yo-yoing back and forth. One more instance of such cracks across his face, an almost unbelieving (appreciative? It's so hard to tell.) smile. Not all there, but far from facetious.]

Glad to see that thread hasn't severed. Even after everything.

[Their sameness, somehow still keeping them wound together.]

[velluminous]

[ it feels so right-field for that to come back to the topic of conversation that she has no idea what expression to school her face into. ]

You say yourself: we are bound. For better or worse.

[vecna]

[It's okay, it'll swing right back to where they were. Case in point:]

For better or worse. In which case, since you're so sure that my perspective is the one that's wrong, you're in the best position to prove it to me.

[If she can.]

[velluminous]

What are you going to do if I can't? Kill me?

[vecna]

You must think my anger’s on a hair-trigger, Sprezzatura. No. I wouldn’t kill you.

[velluminous]

[ something worse? ]

I'd come back.

[vecna]

[He's capable of it. But no, not that either.]

I know. But that's not why.

[velluminous]

Then I've nothing to lose.

[vecna]

[Other than learning that her way of looking at things is, like with everyone else's, wrong.]

You sound so confident. Is your stubbornness about this even for my sake, or yours? Would it be so bad to be proven wrong?

[velluminous]

[ she is so tired. ] I don't know, Henry, would it?

[vecna]

[Well, at least they share that.]

It would make it easier.

[Going to try to stand, now.]

[velluminous]

[ your leg! is still shattered! ]

Oh, Mammon's— [ fuck it, just. fuck all of this. she surges forward to plant a hand on his shoulder and hold him sitting, shoving her other hand into her pocket ] Sit.

[vecna]

[A dislocated shoulder does not hurt as much as a shattered leg, but it nearly does when someone’s pushing down on it.

IMMEDIATELY grimaces, but she does indeed keep him seated—]

Sprezzatura—

[velluminous]

Ju—shite—will you stay put?!

[ taps through to purchase a fucking lovers card, sayonara token, and shoves it at his chest ]

Here.

[vecna]

[He's taking it on instinct, hand pressed to his chest to take the item, and doesn't realize what it is until it's balanced neatly between two fingers.]

Why are you giving this to me?

[Like, to heal, obviously. But is she already trying to prove her point-?]

[velluminous]

Because you are direly hurt and I am who is standing in front of you and this is all I can do!