there's like a sharp stomach drop, ice cold feeling. it's likely nothing in comparison to how del felt, but - it's not a pleasant feeling. silence, for a moment, as he doesn't much react on the outside, wrestling back to something calmer. ]
Fidelio... I'm sorry. [ he says, softer. ] I can't imagine.
[ yeah, it's extremely obvious that fidelio is also trying very hard to hold his emotions back right now!! and trying to speed through things as quickly as possible to be able to manage that. ]
Didn't have to think about it too long, at least, since it took us out right after.
To be fair, I was askin' for it. Rushed it with a bloody nail file after that, which obviously wasn't gonna do a damn thing.
[ which he'd known then too; he really was asking for it. there's this kind of volatile-feeling hot and cold mix of rage and despair thinking about it, which he is again making a very serious effort to keep contained. ]
It just... [ slicing motion across his neck. though from how uneven the scar is it can probably be inferred that the motion isn't quite accurate. ] Assumin' it got the others after that.
[ he just thinks it'd be hard to stop himself from going after it, himself. silence, for a moment, as he examines the scar. ]
Judging by what I've heard from the others, yes. It did. [ ... ] You really don't need to hold that back, Fidelio.
[ he doesn't have to spill, if he doesn't want to - but jiaoqiu is very calm, and he doesn't mind being the sounding board for all that volatile emotion. ]
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there's like a sharp stomach drop, ice cold feeling. it's likely nothing in comparison to how del felt, but - it's not a pleasant feeling. silence, for a moment, as he doesn't much react on the outside, wrestling back to something calmer. ]
Fidelio... I'm sorry. [ he says, softer. ] I can't imagine.
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Didn't have to think about it too long, at least, since it took us out right after.
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It isn't something that can so easily be swept away. [ he knows he won't want to talk about it, but. ] It killed you?
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[ which he'd known then too; he really was asking for it. there's this kind of volatile-feeling hot and cold mix of rage and despair thinking about it, which he is again making a very serious effort to keep contained. ]
It just... [ slicing motion across his neck. though from how uneven the scar is it can probably be inferred that the motion isn't quite accurate. ] Assumin' it got the others after that.
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[ he just thinks it'd be hard to stop himself from going after it, himself. silence, for a moment, as he examines the scar. ]
Judging by what I've heard from the others, yes. It did. [ ... ] You really don't need to hold that back, Fidelio.
[ he doesn't have to spill, if he doesn't want to - but jiaoqiu is very calm, and he doesn't mind being the sounding board for all that volatile emotion. ]
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Hold what back?
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[ gently. ]
It'll rot, if you do.
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[ he reaches to rest a hand on his arm. ]
... When you do have that distance, I'm willing to listen.