[twelve. that's so many... she seems sort of interested in the fact that he's fought one, but she lets that rest for the moment.]
It's like that. What's in that place isn't God, but it's close enough to it that it doesn't matter what the distinction is. Her whole everything is devoted to it.
[silence, for a moment. she really hates how he can just see into her brain like this, all the squishy little parts that she barely even admits to herself.]
I don't want to talk about this. [she says, grouchy, her shoulders around her ears.]
For what it's worth, I do know a little something about what it is to be in competition with someone you couldn't hope to surpass in a hundred years. How it feels to live with it.
[He shrugs.]
I don't have any insightful answers for you. But I understand.
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[that feeling when you main tank god(dess)]
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It's like that. What's in that place isn't God, but it's close enough to it that it doesn't matter what the distinction is. Her whole everything is devoted to it.
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[nobody asked you, thancred]
You don't want to be worshipped, though, do you?
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No. Yuck. No.
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[...]
Only, Harrow doesn't give her attention to the things she cares about, does she? She dismisses them as not worth her time.
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I don't want to talk about this. [she says, grouchy, her shoulders around her ears.]
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[He shrugs.]
I don't have any insightful answers for you. But I understand.
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You keep hinting at all your drama and never giving it up, and here I am, spilling all of mine into your lap.
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[Another shrug.]
Besides, I'm hardly about to take a moment when you need me and turn it to problems of mine.
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anyway, she sighs.]
Yeah, but my problems are fucking stupid.
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And mine aren't?
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Oh, no. Yours are too, I'm just saying. [she's trying not to laugh at this one.]
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[He smiles faintly.]
Let's let my heart recover a bit first, shall we.
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Sure. We're dead, it's not like we've got somewhere exciting to be.