[ maybe this is working through it. there’s no sense that he’s not allowed to be upset - he just isn’t. in the grand scheme of things, to be a ravus has always meant a death, though one protecting others. his death didn’t feel much like that, and in the end, those are the complexities he has to grapple with. feelings of anger and upset are wasted, when that energy could be used for caring for others instead, for working hard to get stronger. the truth is he’s already chosen.
there’s so much weight that could be carried, but he has to persevere forward. he has to let it go. the past is the past, and there’s no changing it - rondo would rather focus on becoming stronger than wallow at all in how he failed. it's hard to do that - harder than it's ever been - but he'll get there. that light inside you can never, ever go out.
karlach’s misery and exhaustion press on him far more than his own self esteem at the moment, anyway. there’s anxiety thrumming low underneath his emotions, because he can tell “I’ll try” isn’t enough, but it’s all he can give— anything else would be a lie, and he's never been a liar. at least, hopefully, karlach can know one thing is true - when rondo says he'll try something, he means it.
after a long moment, he reaches into his pockets, and pulls out a purple, silk handkerchief, and offers it to her, a little helplessly. he's crying, she's crying, what a day. ]
Here. And...let’s get inside. Step by step, right...?
[ step by step in all things. ]
Edited (this is what i get for tagging at like 3 AM est why the fuck was i awake) 2024-07-20 14:12 (UTC)
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there’s so much weight that could be carried, but he has to persevere forward. he has to let it go. the past is the past, and there’s no changing it - rondo would rather focus on becoming stronger than wallow at all in how he failed. it's hard to do that - harder than it's ever been - but he'll get there. that light inside you can never, ever go out.
karlach’s misery and exhaustion press on him far more than his own self esteem at the moment, anyway. there’s anxiety thrumming low underneath his emotions, because he can tell “I’ll try” isn’t enough, but it’s all he can give— anything else would be a lie, and he's never been a liar. at least, hopefully, karlach can know one thing is true - when rondo says he'll try something, he means it.
after a long moment, he reaches into his pockets, and pulls out a purple, silk handkerchief, and offers it to her, a little helplessly. he's crying, she's crying, what a day. ]
Here. And...let’s get inside. Step by step, right...?
[ step by step in all things. ]