he wants to settle this score so badly that it's like physical pain. there's no universe in which he hears about people he cares about being taken and hurt (in the light only knows what ways), and does nothing. he'd care if it was anyone from the pleroma, but how can he not when it's abel (i'm afraid you're stuck with me) and himeka (we don't leave our friends behind)?
let misa wonder what he might do. let them keep their eyes on him, if it'll give the rest of them a better chance to do what must be done. ]
I don't have to chase something that's always with me.
[ the Power is always close at hand, and with it the dark one's corruption, the darkness that'll kill him if nothing else gets there first. ]
And I don't have much to hide from you anymore.
[ not on the personal level. she knows too much for him to lie about his most basic nature, even if she's missing a lot of the details. she understands implicitly; and so does he. the only information really worth withholding from her is what he, a pleroma, could never tell her, a kenoma. a distinction as wide and impassable as the ocean. ]
[ Misa sighs, even more heavily than she had moments before through their connection, and for once? She actually sounds worn down. A shell of her usual upbeat and energetic self. All this conversation has done is convince her that she's been right to try to quash her connection to Abel and Himeka— because she needs to do so with Rand, too, right? Things will only get messier if she doesn't. If he's going to be so forthcoming about his impending opposition, well, then, she can too.
It's just... exhausting. Returning to the thoughts that the Kenoma instill in her— everything will end — come closer and closer to being comforts at times like these. ]
So you only called me to give me this weird cryptic warning, then? And to try to get information out of me? Hmph!
[ Because he said it himself; they'd never be friends. They could understand each other, yes, but they would never see eye to eye. He's only reaching out to find out about Abel and Himeka, and to reassure her that he would stop at nothing to pay those in Achamoth back, and nothing more - and if that's true... she has no reason at all to show him any vulnerability, any remorse, any further softness. It's simpler to think about things this way, less difficult to understand what their relationship is supposed to be if she believes he only has selfish motives in mind for this little stunt. ]
Fine, then. Don't say I didn't give you an idea of what'll happen if you come to the city.
[ And the confidence there— it's as if she has no doubt the same, or a very similar fate will befall him the more he pushes back against the Kenoma. It's only a matter of time, she thinks. ]
[ gentle, caring abel. sweet, bright himeka. and misa too, in a strange way — whether or not she notices that part of his meaning. they will never be friends, no. they're inevitably enemies. but they have...something.
a mutual understanding that can't be taken back, no matter how bad things get.
so he doesn't like hearing her exhaustion, or the sense of the way things are wearing at her. and of course they're wearing on her. hadn't she admitted that she wouldn't have handled the situation this way? that she'd warned someone they both care (or cared) about from harm? she's not heartless. neither is he. ]
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he wants to settle this score so badly that it's like physical pain. there's no universe in which he hears about people he cares about being taken and hurt (in the light only knows what ways), and does nothing. he'd care if it was anyone from the pleroma, but how can he not when it's abel (i'm afraid you're stuck with me) and himeka (we don't leave our friends behind)?
let misa wonder what he might do. let them keep their eyes on him, if it'll give the rest of them a better chance to do what must be done. ]
I don't have to chase something that's always with me.
[ the Power is always close at hand, and with it the dark one's corruption, the darkness that'll kill him if nothing else gets there first. ]
And I don't have much to hide from you anymore.
[ not on the personal level. she knows too much for him to lie about his most basic nature, even if she's missing a lot of the details. she understands implicitly; and so does he. the only information really worth withholding from her is what he, a pleroma, could never tell her, a kenoma. a distinction as wide and impassable as the ocean. ]
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It's just... exhausting. Returning to the thoughts that the Kenoma instill in her— everything will end — come closer and closer to being comforts at times like these. ]
So you only called me to give me this weird cryptic warning, then? And to try to get information out of me? Hmph!
[ Because he said it himself; they'd never be friends. They could understand each other, yes, but they would never see eye to eye. He's only reaching out to find out about Abel and Himeka, and to reassure her that he would stop at nothing to pay those in Achamoth back, and nothing more - and if that's true... she has no reason at all to show him any vulnerability, any remorse, any further softness. It's simpler to think about things this way, less difficult to understand what their relationship is supposed to be if she believes he only has selfish motives in mind for this little stunt. ]
Fine, then. Don't say I didn't give you an idea of what'll happen if you come to the city.
[ And the confidence there— it's as if she has no doubt the same, or a very similar fate will befall him the more he pushes back against the Kenoma. It's only a matter of time, she thinks. ]
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[ gentle, caring abel. sweet, bright himeka. and misa too, in a strange way — whether or not she notices that part of his meaning. they will never be friends, no. they're inevitably enemies. but they have...something.
a mutual understanding that can't be taken back, no matter how bad things get.
so he doesn't like hearing her exhaustion, or the sense of the way things are wearing at her. and of course they're wearing on her. hadn't she admitted that she wouldn't have handled the situation this way? that she'd warned someone they both care (or cared) about from harm? she's not heartless. neither is he. ]
Take care, Misa.