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8/11/2020 5:30:03 PM
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“It’s okay... there’s nothing you, or anyone else, can do about it... it’s just something I have to deal with...”
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“That isn’t a very comforting thought,” she replies truthfully, keeping her gaze on Dally. “You have a... a selflessness that almost no one else has. You ran out of the woods to save a complete stranger. You even set aside a whole week with terrible sleep so that said stranger could learn a few spells. You care so much for other people and help with their problems, but it... it just seems like you don’t want anyone else to help with [i]your[/i] problems. You don’t have to do that.”
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Modifié par Dislay : 8/11/2020 6:35:01 PM“My problems aren’t that big, they’re all internal and it’s not like they can kill me...” “Why bother anyone with something so small and pointless?” *She sounds like she’s gone over this in her head a lot*
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“I don’t think it’s right to call your problems small and pointless. They’re still there, and they could eat you up.”
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Modifié par Dislay : 8/11/2020 11:11:00 PM“Well... how else would you describe my issues in comparison to Offtopic?” “Heck, even you have problems that could really hurt you, none of my problems could do that, so they’re insignificant in comparison...” *Dal’s voice wavers while she talks and she starts to sound a bit down.*
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Modifié par Gingiebread : 8/11/2020 11:49:39 PM[spoiler]Dang, it can be hard to come up with good responses to this stuff![/spoiler] She bites her lip, unsure of how to respond to Dally’s argument. She pushes a wisp of her hair out of her face. “My problem with Errol started out with me being too afraid to talk to him when I should have. For almost five years I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to just leave him alone, and I didn’t have anyone to ask for help from. “What you have going on might not be as... traumatic as some of the other things that happen here in Offtopic—or anywhere else, for that matter—but that doesn’t mean they’re any less difficult to get through, and sometimes we need help to do that. You reminded me of that, today.”
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“Maybe... maybe I do need help, but why should anyone bother with my problems? They’re all intangible so there’s no easy solution and they’re exceptionally unimportant compared to the bigger threats every day.”
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[quote]“Maybe... maybe I do need help, but why should anyone bother with my problems? They’re all intangible so there’s no easy solution and they’re exceptionally unimportant compared to the bigger threats every day.”[/quote] Skye holds herself tighter, searching for the right words to say. “It’s... miserable to constantly be hurting, and no one should ever live like that. I... I hate to see you like this, and that’s why I bother. I’m not trying to help you simply because I feel like should. I’m trying because I want to, because you’re my friend. “I admit that... I don’t know how to heal scars that deep. You were probably right in saying that this could be something only you can really figure out, and maybe that won’t happen for a long time. But... maybe I can support you as we face the bigger threats together.”
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*Dal goes quiet for a bit, she still hasn’t looked up from the ground for this whole conversation. After a minute or two she responds.* “Okay, I’ll... try to let you help. It’s hard to talk about, but I’ll try...”
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A small smile tugs at the corners of Skye’s mouth. “That... that’s all I ask. And it doesn’t even have to be today. At least trying is all I ask.”
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*Dal nods a bit.* “If... if you want I could try to talk about it here... since we’re already on the topic.”
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Skye nods quietly in her place, hoping that she would be able to support her friend in the way she needs to, though she isn’t sure how yet.
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*Dally looks up from the ground to look at Skye. She has tears forming in her eyes and she stays quiet for a few moments.*
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Skye returns Dally’s gaze, and gives another nod of encouragement, though her smile fades. Still hating to see her hurt the way she is, she waits patiently, not wanting to force her to reply.
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“Okay then...” “Well... I first discovered my powers when I was twelve, barely a week after my birthday actually. That was when... everything began.” *Dal begins to cry.* “It- it started with my own parents calling me a monster... they both believed that Epithets were a sign of evil and they went from caring for me to wanting me dead over the course of a day...”
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Skye listens quietly, and when Dally brings up her parents, she furrows her brow in shock. “Dead?” She repeats. “Y-you mean... really?”
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“Yeah, really...” “They... they actually stopped feeding me in an attempt to starve me to death, but I managed to get ahold of food from friends, so I survived...”
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“Dally, I...” Skye lifted a hand to her mouth. Even with her guesses, she hadn’t expected this. “That’s...”
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Modifié par Dislay : 8/12/2020 8:31:42 PM“They constantly said things like ‘a monster like you doesn’t deserve food’ or ‘I wish you’d just die already so the world could be rid of you.’” “It... it hurt... a lot.”
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She continues to listen, her own eyes drifting down to the wooden floors.
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Modifié par Dislay : 8/12/2020 9:28:03 PM*Dally has been crying this whole time, but now that she’s told Skye some of what happened she just... breaks down sobbing.*
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Skye soon drops her feet off of the chest she is sitting on and stands. Though tears are not yet shed, her eyes start to glisten. She moves beside the chair and kneels, and is just tall enough to offer Dally an embrace.
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*Dal reciprocates the embrace and continues to sob quietly.*
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She holds her friend tightly. “I’m—I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that. It was wrong, especially when you were so young. You... you aren’t a monster.”
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*Dally keeps sobbing and just lets herself be comforted by her friend.*
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Skye doesn’t say anything more, hoping that even simply being there quietly and sorrowing with her would comfort her.
