[ there are a host of nasty, unkind things Albel thinks to say: to her, to everyone else, about whoever is doing this, about the situation, about himself, even. he forces his spine to straighten and his head to turn away long enough to glimpse what's happening to more than just the two of them, brings his flesh hand up to his face to aggravatedly wipe the tears away. ]
Most pathetic display I've ever seen...
[ of all the things he could've said, that's not really so bad, considering. it's more of a stage aside, a strained growl under his breath. and considering how furiously he seems to be trying to pressure himself to control himself, it's not unlikely that was self-criticism more than anything. either way, it's difficult to stay angry when all of that overwhelming grief he's been carrying around for nearly a decade seems absolutely determined to bubble up past the stopper he keeps over it. hostility and irritation have been his default defense mechanisms for so long, against this and against letting others near, that being suddenly and wholly stripped of the option is... confusing.
he should be shoving her aside with a brusque get out of my way, fool, fleeing this situation. but he's oddly rooted to the spot, at seeing someone else cry and realizing how odd it is that no one ever grieved with him, either. when everything happened. because he wouldn't let them, or was it because no one really cared? ]
...Then we're helpless. What are we supposed to do? Give up? Die?
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Most pathetic display I've ever seen...
[ of all the things he could've said, that's not really so bad, considering. it's more of a stage aside, a strained growl under his breath. and considering how furiously he seems to be trying to pressure himself to control himself, it's not unlikely that was self-criticism more than anything. either way, it's difficult to stay angry when all of that overwhelming grief he's been carrying around for nearly a decade seems absolutely determined to bubble up past the stopper he keeps over it. hostility and irritation have been his default defense mechanisms for so long, against this and against letting others near, that being suddenly and wholly stripped of the option is... confusing.
he should be shoving her aside with a brusque get out of my way, fool, fleeing this situation. but he's oddly rooted to the spot, at seeing someone else cry and realizing how odd it is that no one ever grieved with him, either. when everything happened. because he wouldn't let them, or was it because no one really cared? ]
...Then we're helpless. What are we supposed to do? Give up? Die?