Wish you didn't. [ because they think that's not a good thing for someone to understand. but time to leave that behind. ]
Troubled is a good word. I don't even know what to think about the things I heard. I can't imagine being stuck and having to watch the whole time. How's Jiaoqiu? I haven't seen him since Saturday.
[ there's a brief flash of an empathetic smile at that, because. yeah. yeah, the feeling is mutual.
as for the rest, he takes the glass with his drink and idly turns it between his palms. ]
He's... hurting. [ a quiet sigh. ] In many ways. I think I was able to help him get to sleep last night, at least, but...
Well, I don't know. There's something quite difficult, about learning a sort of magic to help people, and not truly getting a chance to use it - and then when a chance comes, you're no longer able to use it. I wish I could soothe his pain with more than just stories.
Though - magic does little for the psychological. That's a different story, entirely.
Thanks for that. I kinda figured it wouldn't be easy for him. Maybe you're doing more for him than you think just by being there, cheesy as that sounds. Some people don't know how to ask for help, and those are probably the ones who need it the most.
And stories can be pretty good distractions, I think. It'll just take some time.
[ he finally takes another drink, and then smiles - despite the depressing subject, it is a warm one. ]
I think you would know, yes? Dear bartender of the Confessional. [ just so wry. ] And... they've certainly helped distract me in my life, too, so... wise words as ever, my friend.
I might know a thing or two, yeah. [ might. ] Think the difference is knowing when it's a distraction and when it's a delusion. But pretty sure most of you are smart enough not to shy away from the worst of it.
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Troubled is a good word. I don't even know what to think about the things I heard. I can't imagine being stuck and having to watch the whole time. How's Jiaoqiu? I haven't seen him since Saturday.
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as for the rest, he takes the glass with his drink and idly turns it between his palms. ]
He's... hurting. [ a quiet sigh. ] In many ways. I think I was able to help him get to sleep last night, at least, but...
Well, I don't know. There's something quite difficult, about learning a sort of magic to help people, and not truly getting a chance to use it - and then when a chance comes, you're no longer able to use it. I wish I could soothe his pain with more than just stories.
Though - magic does little for the psychological. That's a different story, entirely.
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Thanks for that. I kinda figured it wouldn't be easy for him. Maybe you're doing more for him than you think just by being there, cheesy as that sounds. Some people don't know how to ask for help, and those are probably the ones who need it the most.
And stories can be pretty good distractions, I think. It'll just take some time.
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[ he finally takes another drink, and then smiles - despite the depressing subject, it is a warm one. ]
I think you would know, yes? Dear bartender of the Confessional. [ just so wry. ] And... they've certainly helped distract me in my life, too, so... wise words as ever, my friend.
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