LOREN
Suddenly exhausted, Loren sent the mental equivalent of a sigh through the bond. I never said I thought you were a burden, or that I begrudged helping you out with room and board. Although still chilly, his thoughts were calmer. But I can't make you happy. Only you can do that.
Glancing away as Oliver continued his rant, the summoner felt sorrow steal over him. He saw his friends' dead children. He felt a friend's blood on his hands as that friend ripped out his own throat because he was mad with grief. He heard about another friend that was mad with grief and attacked a holy site, crippling another friend in the process. Padded agitatedly, he found his despair well up. And that's just what happened recently.
He halted, and stared at the fox. I don't want you to do anything. That's the thing. All I want is for you to be happy, to do what you want. I already gave you the advice that it's okay to be a beginner, that it might take a while. It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't complete. Loren felt himself trying to hold back another wave of cold anger. Thankfully, he was mostly successful, at least at keeping it from the bond.
Dipping a paw back in the blue paint, he flung another splatter onto the canvas. Here's the flip side of that advice. Don't complain about not being able to do things quickly. Not when you haven't bled or cried or raged over the training process. It's not going to be easy. It's not supposed to be easy. If what you really want is to help people, I want you to spend the time and effort that it's going to take to learn the skills that requires.
The Launceleyn let out a little snarl. The first one is patience. The second one is learning to deal with rejection. The third one is learning to think before you ask if someone needs help.
Glancing away as Oliver continued his rant, the summoner felt sorrow steal over him. He saw his friends' dead children. He felt a friend's blood on his hands as that friend ripped out his own throat because he was mad with grief. He heard about another friend that was mad with grief and attacked a holy site, crippling another friend in the process. Padded agitatedly, he found his despair well up. And that's just what happened recently.
He halted, and stared at the fox. I don't want you to do anything. That's the thing. All I want is for you to be happy, to do what you want. I already gave you the advice that it's okay to be a beginner, that it might take a while. It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't complete. Loren felt himself trying to hold back another wave of cold anger. Thankfully, he was mostly successful, at least at keeping it from the bond.
Dipping a paw back in the blue paint, he flung another splatter onto the canvas. Here's the flip side of that advice. Don't complain about not being able to do things quickly. Not when you haven't bled or cried or raged over the training process. It's not going to be easy. It's not supposed to be easy. If what you really want is to help people, I want you to spend the time and effort that it's going to take to learn the skills that requires.
The Launceleyn let out a little snarl. The first one is patience. The second one is learning to deal with rejection. The third one is learning to think before you ask if someone needs help.
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