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[summonere]

Hard to tell, you avoid showing it to me so that I won't scoff at you.

[takeroot]

I'm sensitive to criticism. Add it to my list of terrible afflictions.

Still, you did bring it up. I would imagine there must be a reason.

[summonere]

I think about the person who promised to experience the world with me. And then I hear from someone else that all he wants is to be be the orphanage caretaker. With nothing between the two.

[takeroot]

In fairness, I love all of those children and they deserve to be raised better than I was.

But I keep experiencing nearly being murdered in this world and I've discovered I lack the stomach for it. Perhaps I was never enough to brave the world in the first place! I don't know.

[summonere]

You don't need to justify the children to me.

[takeroot]

I am justifying the rest, actually. I would die before I let any harm come to them, but I will not die for these imbecile gods and their insipid problems. The Emperor is a militant fool and the Priestess is so unaware of what goes on in her own territory that I've nearly been killed yet again on her watch!

V, I am sorry. I do value your friendship. It's this world that's difficult to believe in.

[summonere]

I have a war to fight.

[takeroot]

I won't try to dissuade you from that, you know. I may suggest that you take a nap every now and then, but I won't begrudge you something important to you.

[summonere]

No, you wouldn't. And I don't begrudge you.

The fact remains that we have changed, both of us.

[takeroot]

And you still insist that means we can't be friends? Am I the only one in your life with lesser designs?

[summonere]

I mean that it can't be the same friendship that it was.

[takeroot]

Oh! You truly had me wondering if I would ever hear from you again.

[bruh..... maybe he's sensitive.]

Then what do you propose is different now?

[summonere]

I don't want to be desperate for you any longer.

[takeroot]

[give him Several minutes--]

I think I may have misunderstood a number of things here.

[summonere]

Of course you have. I also soundly rejected those feelings to you after you gave me those cursed flowers.

[ So, yeah, it's like V mixed the messages a bit, or something. ]

[takeroot]

I have apologized for that. [text, without any heat in it-- but lord, should he apologize again?? um.]

Then I

am sorry, again?

[Ah, he's done it anyway...]

[summonere]

The flowers aren't the point. It started the day Griffon dragged you through that field.

[ They'd sat in the woods for a long time and just talked while he'd recovered. Some of baby's first emotional intimacies. ]

[takeroot]

[Somewhere, Constantin takes a moment to sigh over Memories of Griffon. Nastybird...]

Oh. Hmm. I had no idea.

[Perhaps Very Obviously, indeed.]

Is that why you haven't been speaking to me?

[summonere]

I wasn't speaking to you because you took everything I said with offense, and I assumed you either would or wouldn't tell me why, eventually. There was no point rushing it.

Didn't I say that.

[takeroot]

Well, you wouldn't leave it be about the adjectives. As you can see I am oblivious and have made a poor show of being a decent friend.

[summonere]

I was asking you for any insight or description about where you've been in your life. You ass.

[takeroot]

Yes well, you called me desperate and didn't like what I said about the orphanage. You could be a little more clear.

[summonere]

We don't communicate well.

[takeroot]

[Hmm, okay— another Several Minutes.]

I think I have apologized up to the saturation point, so. Well. What now?

[summonere]

We figure out what it's going to mean to be friends now that the relationship has changed.

I thought I'd start by writing a letter.