[It sure was dramatic... wonder whose fault that was
A violent shiver wracks him, and he pulls the blanket tighter.]
...They should've listened to you.
[The whole conversation early in the morning had annoyed him the same way all discussions of their situation do, when they're clouded by sentimentality and persistent hope for salvation that doesn't exist--but he wasn't oblivious to Laudna's willingness to be practical about what they're dealing with.]
It's not going to matter what we do if this doesn't stop.
[Like. He knows movements are being made, obviously--their little house group shares information often enough for that. But it's hard to feel like that's worth anything when they're still dropping like flies.]
[If nothing else, he doesn't hold it against her. It's not even uncommon for him, for things to be this way: impossible choices and lost battles and low morale all around. The only difference is that he's very much used to being out on the front lines. Tiedoll tried his best to raise him softly, as much as he could in the middle of a war, but Kanda--he's a destroyer. And right now, what they need to destroy is out of reach.
He sighs. He's allergic to nice sentiments so he doesn't respond to hers, but:]
...As long as those three are still doing something.
[That's all they can really hope for, he thinks. He won't be surprised if the Overseers fail or give up, but Kanda also won't bear ill will if he isn't the one to solve things himself. He hates being a sitting duck, but he doesn't need, or want, to be a hero; if the Overseers succeed, then all the better.]
[she understands that about him a little; that he's used to being the one fighting. that he has that protective urge, but no way to express it other than through succeeding at destroying the threat, and these are too powerful for him.
but she does mean it. maybe it's not rational, but it feels safer here because of him.]
I think they are. I do think we will get somewhere.
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[no further questions needed, then.]
Well, it was quite the drama last night, wasn't it?
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A violent shiver wracks him, and he pulls the blanket tighter.]
...They should've listened to you.
[The whole conversation early in the morning had annoyed him the same way all discussions of their situation do, when they're clouded by sentimentality and persistent hope for salvation that doesn't exist--but he wasn't oblivious to Laudna's willingness to be practical about what they're dealing with.]
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For the most part, I think they did...
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[that was included in "for the most part."]
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It's not going to matter what we do if this doesn't stop.
[Like. He knows movements are being made, obviously--their little house group shares information often enough for that. But it's hard to feel like that's worth anything when they're still dropping like flies.]
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[He's just frustrated. He'd thought they would either be out of here or dead, by now.]
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[she wants to help somehow, but is not sure what to do.]
I know you want to solve it for everyone. It just isn't easy right now, but I still feel better knowing you're here.
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He sighs. He's allergic to nice sentiments so he doesn't respond to hers, but:]
...As long as those three are still doing something.
[That's all they can really hope for, he thinks. He won't be surprised if the Overseers fail or give up, but Kanda also won't bear ill will if he isn't the one to solve things himself. He hates being a sitting duck, but he doesn't need, or want, to be a hero; if the Overseers succeed, then all the better.]
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but she does mean it. maybe it's not rational, but it feels safer here because of him.]
I think they are. I do think we will get somewhere.