Zeph
You listen in silence. Sure, there's a flicker of recognition at the mention of James, and your eyes widen - momentarily - in surprise, but for the most part you are carefully stoic, your expression schooled, your almond eyes revealing nothing, as calm as you might have been if he was telling you about a particularly dull encounter with an old woman on a Leafchange afternoon.
Inside, you're losing your gods-damned mind.
You're patient. You're calm. You've seen some shit in your time. Death... you aren't a stranger to death, nor murder, if we're being real. And you've seen kids a lot stronger break under a lot less. It's only when he seems to be done that you exhale a long, slow breath, unclenching your arms and raking one hand thoughtfully through your hair while the other comes to rest on the countertop. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck-a-duck. What a fucking clusterfuck.
"Right. K. Here's what we're gonna do." Straightening, you begin to pace, moving back and forth from counter to books. "I'll talk to Jata, get this mess cleared up. Ya fucked up. It happens. An' then y'can come back t'Torchline, an' stay outta th'way'a all this war nonsense."
Inside, you're losing your gods-damned mind.
You're patient. You're calm. You've seen some shit in your time. Death... you aren't a stranger to death, nor murder, if we're being real. And you've seen kids a lot stronger break under a lot less. It's only when he seems to be done that you exhale a long, slow breath, unclenching your arms and raking one hand thoughtfully through your hair while the other comes to rest on the countertop. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck-a-duck. What a fucking clusterfuck.
"Right. K. Here's what we're gonna do." Straightening, you begin to pace, moving back and forth from counter to books. "I'll talk to Jata, get this mess cleared up. Ya fucked up. It happens. An' then y'can come back t'Torchline, an' stay outta th'way'a all this war nonsense."
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
