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[fried]

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[fried]

[ he frowns, and reaches to rest his hand on fidelio's arm. ]

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?

[fending]

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.

[fried]

I don't blame you for trying.

[ 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. ]

[fending]

[ looks off to the side ]

Hold what back?

[fried]

All that emotion.

[ gently. ]

It'll rot, if you do.

[fending]

...Honestly, I just don't want to think about it that much yet. Rather get a little more distance from it first.

[fried]

Fair enough.

[ he reaches to rest a hand on his arm. ]

... When you do have that distance, I'm willing to listen.