Kaisel
He almost doesn't catch the words that puff up between the rain gear and all the wet they've repelled. She's close enough though, and the sway he keeps small enough that there's little to hear other than her right now. Where relief should settle when she says she knows is suspiciously empty. He can predict the 'but' before it comes, because if she knows, this would be an easier thing to look at than the half-buried, tear-smudged thing she's offered up. It's one thing to know something, another to accept it wholly.
He doesn't try to keep her as she shifts back a bit, his arms not fully releasing her, but affording the distance to see each other fully again. A frown sits plainly on his brow as she continues past the ass-end of the explanation, and a second one settles on his mouth by the time she's done. "By that logic it's your fault Harper said all that mean shit to you in the first place, since you're the reason he would have?" Kaisel pushes back firmly, not about to let her pick up the burden of Jack's poor choices and wear the bruises of them where the weight sits too heavy. "Or maybe it should be Remi that takes the blame, since he's some of the reason you exist at all." The explanation tips as absurdly into the impossible as her being at fault here feels to him.
He shakes his head, the motion rough with the certain refusal. "A shopkeep does not call you up and ask you to pay for a figurine you touched weeks ago just because it got knocked over and broken now." The very idea makes no sense, especially not when the culprit is so clear. "Why are you blaming yourself when Jack is right there?"
He doesn't try to keep her as she shifts back a bit, his arms not fully releasing her, but affording the distance to see each other fully again. A frown sits plainly on his brow as she continues past the ass-end of the explanation, and a second one settles on his mouth by the time she's done. "By that logic it's your fault Harper said all that mean shit to you in the first place, since you're the reason he would have?" Kaisel pushes back firmly, not about to let her pick up the burden of Jack's poor choices and wear the bruises of them where the weight sits too heavy. "Or maybe it should be Remi that takes the blame, since he's some of the reason you exist at all." The explanation tips as absurdly into the impossible as her being at fault here feels to him.
He shakes his head, the motion rough with the certain refusal. "A shopkeep does not call you up and ask you to pay for a figurine you touched weeks ago just because it got knocked over and broken now." The very idea makes no sense, especially not when the culprit is so clear. "Why are you blaming yourself when Jack is right there?"
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
