Like you can't ever say the right thing. Like she hears something different than you actually said. Like she doesn't know what the fuck she does to us.
[ is a minor readjustment. Not denial of the rest, but a measuring, quiet assessment of it. Laying this out against the pieces he has of Alina, how they have come together. ]
She's not stubborn. She's fucking blind. I think a part of her, somewhere underneath all the abuse, believes it. Or at least wants to believe it. It got better after talking more about it, but on nights like this it fucking feels like I'm back fighting that bitch that took my arm. Or screaming into a storm.
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[ Nikolai carried around a spectacular bruise over his jaw for some time as a token of just how he irritated the Sun Summoner.
But irritation is only one form of frustration. The answer is unchanged, even if Nikolai offers— ]
Frustrate in which way?
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All the fucking projection.
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[ is a minor readjustment. Not denial of the rest, but a measuring, quiet assessment of it. Laying this out against the pieces he has of Alina, how they have come together. ]
Do you love her?
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[ Ianthe had come from a kind of court too. ]
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I don't like it.
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Cause I ask myself that a lot.
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[ Some self-deprecation in the tone that bleeds through; yes, he knows this is a fool's answer, and yet— ]
But I've always made a habit of gambling on ill-advised enthusiasm.
[ Enthusiasm. Love. Nearly the same, aren't they? ]
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Every fucking time I ask myself if she's worth it, I have the same fucking answer.
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[ Like the answer to the question, not a prompt. ]
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I thought I was fairly good at convincing people of things, at one point in my life. Before I met Alina.
She is stubborn in her convinctions.
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I think a part of her, somewhere underneath all the abuse, believes it. Or at least wants to believe it. It got better after talking more about it, but on nights like this it fucking feels like I'm back fighting that bitch that took my arm. Or screaming into a storm.
Fuck I need a drink.
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Are you by yourself, Ianthe?
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Nothing. Never mind about that. Unimportant.
Yeah, I'm alone. Drank all the wine earlier. Now I'm out.
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I'm afraid I can't help you with the wine. But if you'd like company, I can offer that.
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Don't want to feel anything for a while. Too much. Need to drink them away or to fuck them away.
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reworks this question on the fly
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