If you avoid her, I expect you give her power over you. Do as you please in your silence of her though.
[He understood that pushing the torment from an unseen visitor was a reflection of trauma. He had spent years enduring the fits that Jinx's had caused her, and he had been forced to suffer them in his own way. Yet, he had found tactics that encouraged her to take some control, mostly pushing her to become bitter and angry as he over them. Powder was the source, so that part of her had to die so she could be free.
He hadn't quite hit that point with Richard, not yet fully understanding the traumas that may have created the witch to torment his lover so. Perhaps that's why he spoke of her, to nudge and apply pressure to see if he could discover the reason so he could encourage similar progress in Richard.
So he did allow the subject the change after a last word on the matter, unwilling to risk the good mood that he found himself in after their apparent survival. His hand rose and rub the towel over Richard's head to begin drying that dark hair. Yet, he snorted at the audacity to try to drag him out in the forest more than he already endured.]
I pay people to do those things for me. I prefer to exist in the shadows of the city, though I suppose I will drag myself out there to find you now and again. [He did venture to where Richard most frequently trained on occasion. Usually he brought a book and participated in none of the activities. Look, learning to discharge firearms better was probably as far as he was willing to go so far.]
In a sense, yes. The... AI or whatever they are calling it seemed to find one of our group foreign and created some form of corruption. It set him off to attack the rest of us. No matter, the reset went as required.
[He lifted a corner of the towel trying to fall into Richard's face.]
What of your own adventures? You seemed to have gone to a desert based on all the sand I had to shake out of the sheets.
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[He understood that pushing the torment from an unseen visitor was a reflection of trauma. He had spent years enduring the fits that Jinx's had caused her, and he had been forced to suffer them in his own way. Yet, he had found tactics that encouraged her to take some control, mostly pushing her to become bitter and angry as he over them. Powder was the source, so that part of her had to die so she could be free.
He hadn't quite hit that point with Richard, not yet fully understanding the traumas that may have created the witch to torment his lover so. Perhaps that's why he spoke of her, to nudge and apply pressure to see if he could discover the reason so he could encourage similar progress in Richard.
So he did allow the subject the change after a last word on the matter, unwilling to risk the good mood that he found himself in after their apparent survival. His hand rose and rub the towel over Richard's head to begin drying that dark hair. Yet, he snorted at the audacity to try to drag him out in the forest more than he already endured.]
I pay people to do those things for me. I prefer to exist in the shadows of the city, though I suppose I will drag myself out there to find you now and again. [He did venture to where Richard most frequently trained on occasion. Usually he brought a book and participated in none of the activities. Look, learning to discharge firearms better was probably as far as he was willing to go so far.]
In a sense, yes. The... AI or whatever they are calling it seemed to find one of our group foreign and created some form of corruption. It set him off to attack the rest of us. No matter, the reset went as required.
[He lifted a corner of the towel trying to fall into Richard's face.]
What of your own adventures? You seemed to have gone to a desert based on all the sand I had to shake out of the sheets.