I think... I have flaws like anybody else. And I wish they... could've been a little more compassionate.
[ rubs the back of his neck, like he's trying to figure out how to be reasonable and also... honest, when he doesn't feel the same anger marcoh does. not for himself, anyway ]
Kids are allowed to have "flaws". That was not one.
[ None of that was his fault and it's appalling to demonise your own child for an accident, especially one where he tried to save another child from the fire. Should be a saint if anything, or Marcoh's world's equivalent since things are a bit weird over here. ]
[ yves opens his mouth to try to respond—and he flounders with it, because anything he can say would be something he doesn't believe. of course kids are allowed to have flaws. of course yves would find this situation unacceptable if it happened to anyone but him.
so instead he just rubs the back of his neck uncertainly and looks away ]
... I wish I could give you an answer you wanted, Marcoh. [ he doesn't think he can, so instead he'll just say ] ... thank you for caring.
I'm not saying pick a fight. And I'm not saying it is bad to be able to forgive the way you do.
It is your choice, I know. But it feels unfair to forgive those parents, those priests, all of them, for what they did to that child. Not without an apology at least.
[ HE MEANS IN THE SENSE OF. JUST SOFTENING IT SO THAT IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE HE'S BEING LIKE YVES YOU NEED TO GET IRREVOCABLY ANGRY. Just be a normal amount of upset.
Marcoh crosses his arms over his chest, clearly still wanting to disagree on his behalf, but he can hardly say anything that would solve this. ]
If anyone else gives you trouble ever again, I'm punching them instead.
[ MARCOH IS SO RIGHT and even hearing that, yves is having trouble processing it. a normal amount of upset? on his own behalf? it's just not happening. he literally cannot express emotions of contempt. that mild itty bitty pouty dissatisfaction he felt was literally as good as it got
yves is surprised at the offer but he's waving a hand ]
You know I can stand up for myself, right? Really. I've gotten better at it.
... you sound just like Hugo like this, Marcoh. Thanks. He'd always smack me and tell me to stop being so trusting, or to stop bending over backwards for people who weren't worth my time.
[ it's hard to say how much yves learned from it, or how much he wanted to learn from it but ]
Sorry to rely on you like this but... thanks for looking out for me.
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No matter what they say.
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[ rubs the back of his neck, like he's trying to figure out how to be reasonable and also... honest, when he doesn't feel the same anger marcoh does. not for himself, anyway ]
I was just... trying my best, too.
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[ None of that was his fault and it's appalling to demonise your own child for an accident, especially one where he tried to save another child from the fire. Should be a saint if anything, or Marcoh's world's equivalent since things are a bit weird over here. ]
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so instead he just rubs the back of his neck uncertainly and looks away ]
... I wish I could give you an answer you wanted, Marcoh. [ he doesn't think he can, so instead he'll just say ] ... thank you for caring.
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On...?
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[ even if he's
far too understanding when it does come up so maybe he's not the best judge of this ]
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It is your choice, I know. But it feels unfair to forgive those parents, those priests, all of them, for what they did to that child. Not without an apology at least.
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... I don't think I'm ever going to see them again. I don't think about them often, or ever, unless something like this happens.
[ when he's forced to confront the truth of what happened to him ]
For me, I think that's enough.
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Marcoh crosses his arms over his chest, clearly still wanting to disagree on his behalf, but he can hardly say anything that would solve this. ]
If anyone else gives you trouble ever again, I'm punching them instead.
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yves is surprised at the offer but he's waving a hand ]
You know I can stand up for myself, right? Really. I've gotten better at it.
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I will let you know when I am satisfied with it.
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I don't want you to be unhappy with me...
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okay normally the puppy dog eyes work enough that he gets his way so the pouting takes on a lil bit more of a fussed tint to it ]
... I can try, but I don't know how to change who I am anymore.
[ how many times can a guy rewire his own brain chemistry ]
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[ he rubs the back of his neck ]
Even if someone is rude to me, that doesn't mean they're not deserving of love.
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[ He supposes he doesn't have to explain the intricacies of it to him. Yves doesn't feel pain but it doesn't mean he can't understand concepts. ]
I trust you but I want to see it going to people who won't trash it so easily. That is all.
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... you sound just like Hugo like this, Marcoh. Thanks. He'd always smack me and tell me to stop being so trusting, or to stop bending over backwards for people who weren't worth my time.
[ it's hard to say how much yves learned from it, or how much he wanted to learn from it but ]
Sorry to rely on you like this but... thanks for looking out for me.
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[ You're his water bottle... he worries about you. ]
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It really does all turn out okay most of the time...
[ also gib memory lowe ]
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Most of the time.
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... well, I am dead.
[ so
not all the time ]
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Marcoh looks like he's about to say something else when the mirrors decide to flavourblast Yves with a memory in turn. ]