That's good to hear. [ a genuine little relief comes from his emotions, a flicker of a smile. ] It was similar, when... - well, I've heard it was like that for a few of the others, too.
[ he must have had too many injuries for them to heal perfectly all at once, but a quick dip in the springs had solved that, so he does try to kind of gloss over it quickly and diverts to a different subject, stepping on the eggshell. jeez. ]
It's not an enjoyable experience, but it does beat laying around wounded, right?
he grimaces a little bit, though it's sympathetic - and the mention of kate makes his emotions bloom again, into something soft and warm, something affectionate. rondo adores that girl. ]
I ran to get her right away. [ BABY SISTER ] She said she felt so much lighter - I can hardly blame her for it. I'm so glad she's safe and sound with us, now.
[there's a lot of conflicting emotions here - guilt, mostly, and a desire to give more, but fear, too. dread. like wanting to be normal but being afraid there's no right step forward. like not wanting to be a burden.]
If I talk about this, you're going to take it all on yourself, so I'd best not.
[ ah. he - flinches, a little. more emotionally, than physically, but it's a jolt, a reminder. he looks down, and the emotion is almost... scolded. ]
... I... [ can he even defend himself against that? ] ... I see.
[ the feeling is reflected there, too, that sense of dread, and... loss. like something broke, like he's ruined something beyond repair. the sensation of a bridge that's burning and you stand there with a glass of water - floundering, trying for something to set it right. ]
Gods, even when I'm trying to not hurt you I do it anyway. Maybe I should just fucking stay away from you. [she says with a short huff of a laugh, tail flicking.]
[ there is even now a tiny bit of sensation that he wants to fight that, but it's like, smaller. this angle of conversation is a lot better. blunt kind of works. it's what he's used to. ]
...But... [ mmrmrhrgh. he's gotten the idea that maybe he should not argue? (this is the correct idea) ]
Makes me feel like shit to hear it. It isn't my fault, but it isn't yours, either. And I can't - tell you things, Rondo, I can't be honest with you if it's going to be like that. Yeah? If you're going to take it all on your shoulders, I won't give it to you.
You've got to let me have some of it. You've got to let other people have some of it, because not a single person is going to be happy watching you crumble under your own insanely high self-expectations.
[ he's quiet, for a long moment, thinking - not over last thursday, but over the past few weeks, instead.
he thinks back to the week boothill was first caught, when everything first started going to hell. about chasing karlach down in the mortuary, about the way she tried to smile at him and pretend things were fine. can't we not be alright, together? he'd asked, then. because sharing your burdens is the way to lighten the load.
rondo folds his hands together in front of himself. his fingers lace together. he doesn't agree about his expectations, really - they aren't insanely high. they're the bar he's always had, set in gold standard by sazantos nearly ten years ago. but the rest... ]
... I know that... you did it. Your hands did. [ there's something deeply uncomfortable when he says it, but he pushes through it anyway, even though he wants to immediately pull it back and run the other direction, it's not your fault. but isn't that understood, at this point?
he looks like he might say something else, but swallows it back - stopping himself from walking back from that. karlach did it. her hands did it. i'll try. ]
[karlach thinks sazantos can suck eggs but that's another conversation entirely and not relevant
in this case - it makes him uncomfortable, but in turn, it eases something in her.
something horrible and guilty and stuffed down and held up, tied down, loosens. like that last day of being sick, coughing up the last bit of gunk and feeling your lungs clear. it hurts, and it feels good, and she breathes in deep. there's no blame, it's just the facts. it's just what happened. and she can get... past it, if that's out there, if it's clear.
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You don't have to be worried about me.
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[ said, with a little huff. like it's obvious, because it is. you're my friend. ]
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[...]
Also not puking every five minutes, so that's great.
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... From when you went to the other place beyond the fog, right...? You do look a lot more - um. Alive is the wrong word... You look better, today.
[ despite everything happening - she does look better. ]
...It's a little easier to bounce back on this side, I think.
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[a sigh.]
Sure. I'm not missing my tail, so that's all I care about. [...] Dying and coming back made most of my injuries go.
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[ he must have had too many injuries for them to heal perfectly all at once, but a quick dip in the springs had solved that, so he does try to kind of gloss over it quickly and diverts to a different subject, stepping on the eggshell. jeez. ]
It's not an enjoyable experience, but it does beat laying around wounded, right?
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It's better than having a bunch of boys tie me to my bed in a decidedly unfun way. [tail flick.] Anyway, you don't want to hear about all that.
Did you see Kate?
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he grimaces a little bit, though it's sympathetic - and the mention of kate makes his emotions bloom again, into something soft and warm, something affectionate. rondo adores that girl. ]
I ran to get her right away. [ BABY SISTER ] She said she felt so much lighter - I can hardly blame her for it. I'm so glad she's safe and sound with us, now.
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Yeah, that really is how it feels, getting away. [melancholy, here, but - relief, for kate.] She'll like the bookstore, hopefully.
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[ ... ]
It... feels a little like a restart, I think. Not an ending, but... a place to begin anew.
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That was what I wanted. [she says, finally. but she doesn't say any more than that - holding back, her tail swishing behind her as they walk.]
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[ a little curiously, emotions following, coaxing to see if she'll continue. ]
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If I talk about this, you're going to take it all on yourself, so I'd best not.
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... I... [ can he even defend himself against that? ] ... I see.
[ the feeling is reflected there, too, that sense of dread, and... loss. like something broke, like he's ruined something beyond repair. the sensation of a bridge that's burning and you stand there with a glass of water - floundering, trying for something to set it right. ]
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Gods, even when I'm trying to not hurt you I do it anyway. Maybe I should just fucking stay away from you. [she says with a short huff of a laugh, tail flicking.]
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-- Karlach, no, that's - you're not hurting me.
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[there's no anger to it, though, it's just kind of sad.]
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[ confusion, this time, scattershot. ]
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I don't like that. I don't like being that.
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... I... [ ... ] Suppose I'm not easily reassured.
Is... it a bad thing to want to do better...?
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No, but it is when it's to the extent you do it. Normally, right, people don't get killed by something out of their control and go, wow, I failed.
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...But... [ mmrmrhrgh. he's gotten the idea that maybe he should not argue? (this is the correct idea) ]
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[she brings a hand up to rub at her face.]
Makes me feel like shit to hear it. It isn't my fault, but it isn't yours, either. And I can't - tell you things, Rondo, I can't be honest with you if it's going to be like that. Yeah? If you're going to take it all on your shoulders, I won't give it to you.
You've got to let me have some of it. You've got to let other people have some of it, because not a single person is going to be happy watching you crumble under your own insanely high self-expectations.
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he thinks back to the week boothill was first caught, when everything first started going to hell. about chasing karlach down in the mortuary, about the way she tried to smile at him and pretend things were fine. can't we not be alright, together? he'd asked, then. because sharing your burdens is the way to lighten the load.
rondo folds his hands together in front of himself. his fingers lace together. he doesn't agree about his expectations, really - they aren't insanely high. they're the bar he's always had, set in gold standard by sazantos nearly ten years ago. but the rest... ]
... I know that... you did it. Your hands did. [ there's something deeply uncomfortable when he says it, but he pushes through it anyway, even though he wants to immediately pull it back and run the other direction, it's not your fault. but isn't that understood, at this point?
he looks like he might say something else, but swallows it back - stopping himself from walking back from that. karlach did it. her hands did it. i'll try. ]
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in this case - it makes him uncomfortable, but in turn, it eases something in her.
something horrible and guilty and stuffed down and held up, tied down, loosens. like that last day of being sick, coughing up the last bit of gunk and feeling your lungs clear. it hurts, and it feels good, and she breathes in deep. there's no blame, it's just the facts. it's just what happened. and she can get... past it, if that's out there, if it's clear.
he tries, so. she does too.]
... Thank you.
[she says, and there's just relief.]
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