[Her curt response wasn't completely unexpected, but it makes Carlisle fume all the same, emotions in him sparking to life against Marian's colder nature. They aren't just fiery ones brought on by his relationship with the alien: he knows far too well what it is like to feel aimless, purposeless in the world. He knows what it is like to be judged for something he cannot change. He knows that feeling of helplessness Glacius struggles with, as well as the terror of the unfamiliar he saw in Marian's eyes at the party.
And none of that sits well with him, ire bubbling in his gut as his own self-loathing rises the the surface.]
Yes, I see that now. I see that you'd let yourself be blinded to what use someone could be to you out of pride, or fear, or whatever it is that compels you to act like such a gibbering fool. And that's coming from someone who is afraid of- of everything!
[That's not even an exaggeration, sadly. He pushes a breath heavily through his nose, casting his eyes to the floor.]
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Date: 2017-06-02 03:57 am (UTC)And none of that sits well with him, ire bubbling in his gut as his own self-loathing rises the the surface.]
Yes, I see that now. I see that you'd let yourself be blinded to what use someone could be to you out of pride, or fear, or whatever it is that compels you to act like such a gibbering fool. And that's coming from someone who is afraid of- of everything!
[That's not even an exaggeration, sadly. He pushes a breath heavily through his nose, casting his eyes to the floor.]
I want an apology.