It might perhaps be easier but would you really be content to let them win? I wouldn't be. But then, I am at my core a spiteful, stubborn creature.
[Tiernan lifts a hand and rests it briefly on Sora's shoulder at that sigh.]
I hope you'll try to let us help you make it through.
[As for the question of ulterior motives, that gets a chuckle.]
Is it ulterior when I'm quite open about it all? I want to win Lucina's little game, I want to end all of this death and suffering. My greatest incompatibility with my darling disaster is that I do not enjoy the pain and anguish of others as she does.
Well, for whatever it's worth, there are people that care about you.
[Ah, so Sora missed that admission. Not a huge surprise. Neither is the judging.]
She's never boring? Let's be honest with ourselves, Sora. There's nothing I could say to anyone to justify my relationship with Lucina. I am fully aware of what she is.
Were I a man with any natural sadism, I could have been just like her.
[The jab just gets a light, dismissive sniff, though green eyes are bright with humor.
Tiernan hums faintly at the last, though.]
Those two things are hardly mutually exclusive. Emotions matter, yes, but how you handle them matters more. You might want to give up, but you're still trying. I don't think you'd be talking to me right now if you weren't.
You are making me choose between being supportive and the pithy retort and I object strenuously.
[Tiernan hums quietly and tilts his head back.]
Even me. It can be argued that I have given up before. Sometimes it's even alright to give up. Better for you, or something you can give up on for a little while, rest, without it being irrevocable.
But sometimes giving up is just the end, and will has to overcome desire.
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Going Static sounds like a dream compared to what's happening to me.
[He gives another heavy sigh.]
I've been helping where I can. I just hope I can hold out long enough.
[He holds a blink, then slowly looks to Tiernan.]
So, any ulterior motive for this meeting?
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[Tiernan lifts a hand and rests it briefly on Sora's shoulder at that sigh.]
I hope you'll try to let us help you make it through.
[As for the question of ulterior motives, that gets a chuckle.]
Is it ulterior when I'm quite open about it all? I want to win Lucina's little game, I want to end all of this death and suffering. My greatest incompatibility with my darling disaster is that I do not enjoy the pain and anguish of others as she does.
And you've been suffering for far too long.
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It's hard to care, at this point.
[He looks at the hand, though, before his amber eyes flick up to Tiernan.]
... wait... [Furrowing his brow.] You... like her?
The fuck, Tiernan?
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[Ah, so Sora missed that admission. Not a huge surprise. Neither is the judging.]
She's never boring? Let's be honest with ourselves, Sora. There's nothing I could say to anyone to justify my relationship with Lucina. I am fully aware of what she is.
Were I a man with any natural sadism, I could have been just like her.
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His gaze softens a bit, before he looks to Tiernan and scoffs.]
Okay, Narcissus.
[He shakes his head and draws his legs up, loosely wrapping his arms around them.]
Damn... [He lets out a breath.] Everyone's trying so hard, and I just want to give up.
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Tiernan hums faintly at the last, though.]
Those two things are hardly mutually exclusive. Emotions matter, yes, but how you handle them matters more. You might want to give up, but you're still trying. I don't think you'd be talking to me right now if you weren't.
[A soft sigh.]
Everyone wants to give up sometimes.
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Finally, he says:]
Yeah? Even you?
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[Tiernan hums quietly and tilts his head back.]
Even me. It can be argued that I have given up before. Sometimes it's even alright to give up. Better for you, or something you can give up on for a little while, rest, without it being irrevocable.
But sometimes giving up is just the end, and will has to overcome desire.
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He draws in a long breath, settling his chin on his arms.]
Pretty sure it's the latter, for me. Once I give up fighting to be me, well... there won't be a me left.
[He holds a blink. His voice is quiet.]
I don't want to die, but I'm so tired of fighting.