I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Phoebe sighed and shook her head. ”I told you why Emmett and Sunjata left me. I wouldn’t do what Emmett wanted because I disagreed with him and Sunjata’s girlfriend from his home appeared in Caido.” she said tiredly. ”I could have submitted and been the spineless woman Emmett wanted, but I didn’t. I could have tried to prove I was better than Lusea but I knew I wasn’t so I didn’t. I contributed to both ends, but I am not wholly to blame for either.” She was answering him and now he wasn’t even listening to it.
’Let it be, my duckling. You have nothing to defend.’
‘I have to try.’
’Do you, though?’
”Everything exists in duality and contradiction. The world isn’t as black and white as you’re trying to make it. Loren.” she said as he thrashed her for her contradicting statements and ideals. ”And for the record, I can talk to Remi about his troubles and woes and still care about you equally. I defended your stance and I tried to talk to you – at least give you the opportunity to discuss it – about it as well. I would think it is pretty courageous to continue to try and help someone who obviously needs it even when they are doing everything they can to make you feel like less than dirt.”
’I am a weak person.’
’Weak, emotional, messy. Human. You’re charming, honeybee.’
’Being weak is bad though.’
’Is it?’
‘Isn’t it?’
’There are worse things.’
‘I don’t want to be weak anymore.’
’Then don’t be. It’s about time you spread your wings, my little caterpillar.’
”Weak why? Because I won’t engage in your pointless argument? In you raging at the sheer notion that someone might want to help you? That Remi might have needed to discuss an issue and he dared talk to me? In taking your anger that you can’t process?” she said firmly, eyes narrowing a bit at him. ”I don’t need to defend myself to you. I don’t need to give you anything. It takes strength to feel deeply and get hurt and still put yourself out there again. Remi moved on when you left and you are too weak to try again and it makes you irate that someone like me has a strength you could never possess in your wildest dreams. Your emotional intelligence is stunted, you’ve the communications skills of a rock, and the coping mechanisms of a tantrum throwing toddler. When you’re ready to start processing your issues like the introspective person you claim to be, let me know, but until then, you can go find someone else to pick on, sir.” she said, her voice remaining calm and steady, not raising in volume but allowing no room to be questioned.
’Let it be, my duckling. You have nothing to defend.’
‘I have to try.’
’Do you, though?’
”Everything exists in duality and contradiction. The world isn’t as black and white as you’re trying to make it. Loren.” she said as he thrashed her for her contradicting statements and ideals. ”And for the record, I can talk to Remi about his troubles and woes and still care about you equally. I defended your stance and I tried to talk to you – at least give you the opportunity to discuss it – about it as well. I would think it is pretty courageous to continue to try and help someone who obviously needs it even when they are doing everything they can to make you feel like less than dirt.”
’I am a weak person.’
’Weak, emotional, messy. Human. You’re charming, honeybee.’
’Being weak is bad though.’
’Is it?’
‘Isn’t it?’
’There are worse things.’
‘I don’t want to be weak anymore.’
’Then don’t be. It’s about time you spread your wings, my little caterpillar.’
”Weak why? Because I won’t engage in your pointless argument? In you raging at the sheer notion that someone might want to help you? That Remi might have needed to discuss an issue and he dared talk to me? In taking your anger that you can’t process?” she said firmly, eyes narrowing a bit at him. ”I don’t need to defend myself to you. I don’t need to give you anything. It takes strength to feel deeply and get hurt and still put yourself out there again. Remi moved on when you left and you are too weak to try again and it makes you irate that someone like me has a strength you could never possess in your wildest dreams. Your emotional intelligence is stunted, you’ve the communications skills of a rock, and the coping mechanisms of a tantrum throwing toddler. When you’re ready to start processing your issues like the introspective person you claim to be, let me know, but until then, you can go find someone else to pick on, sir.” she said, her voice remaining calm and steady, not raising in volume but allowing no room to be questioned.
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