KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Some of the outrage ebbed at her reaction, quieted by the ghost of a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. There she is. Kaisel muttered something about Jack needing to be called it sooner, but he didn't bother to rouse the words to any actual height, preferring not to give the man more of his breath than necessary. He wanted to save his energy for her. Time might be the only true remedy, but if he could help lift her to her feet, he would. And if she needed it, he’d crawl into the pit and sit with her. That’s what friends were for—to share the weight of the world when it got too heavy to carry alone.
"Don't blame yourself," he said sternly, the usual easy-going joy still buried just below the surface. "You made the best decisions you could at the time with the knowledge you had." He nodded along with her sentiments, shoving his hands in his pockets as he listened and equally cut in. "Hindsight is a bitch. A manipulative one. You'll sit here, tracing every path you could’ve taken—or avoided—and each one cuts at your confidence. Suddenly you’re convinced you can’t trust yourself, even though none of those paths were visible before. We don't fuck with such deception." He spoke from experience, as someone who’d sat in this same place, tearing himself apart over past mistakes. He was sure it wasn’t her first time either. "Yeah, learn from your mistakes. Don’t be dumb. But don’t torture yourself over choices you never truly had."
He tilted his head back and to the side, continuing to hold her gaze with an unflinching resolve. She could be in her feels. They could be vulnerable and raw, as long as they were real. He would not hold anything against her, and he would not fault her for her flaws, they all had them.
He mustered up a breathy laugh at her question, ruffling his hair with a free hand in a lazy, boyish way. "Nah, I would hate to steal your thunder by showing you up." He grinned genuinely at that, always able to find humor in endlessly teasing her. "But I'm still cookin'. Was thinking of paying the shrines a visit and begging for a weapon I can use to kick Koa's ass next time we train."
"Don't blame yourself," he said sternly, the usual easy-going joy still buried just below the surface. "You made the best decisions you could at the time with the knowledge you had." He nodded along with her sentiments, shoving his hands in his pockets as he listened and equally cut in. "Hindsight is a bitch. A manipulative one. You'll sit here, tracing every path you could’ve taken—or avoided—and each one cuts at your confidence. Suddenly you’re convinced you can’t trust yourself, even though none of those paths were visible before. We don't fuck with such deception." He spoke from experience, as someone who’d sat in this same place, tearing himself apart over past mistakes. He was sure it wasn’t her first time either. "Yeah, learn from your mistakes. Don’t be dumb. But don’t torture yourself over choices you never truly had."
He tilted his head back and to the side, continuing to hold her gaze with an unflinching resolve. She could be in her feels. They could be vulnerable and raw, as long as they were real. He would not hold anything against her, and he would not fault her for her flaws, they all had them.
He mustered up a breathy laugh at her question, ruffling his hair with a free hand in a lazy, boyish way. "Nah, I would hate to steal your thunder by showing you up." He grinned genuinely at that, always able to find humor in endlessly teasing her. "But I'm still cookin'. Was thinking of paying the shrines a visit and begging for a weapon I can use to kick Koa's ass next time we train."
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
