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[thevoidsdarkhorse]

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[miasmajesty]

Have you considered the amount of damage I'm capable of? [ he gives his head a shake. ] You, Jake, Jane. You all have compassion. Something in your head that trips an alarm whenever you rush headlong into some harebrained scheme that will only end in fucking disaster for all involved.

Backtags into eternity

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

You have compassion, Dirk, and don't try to tell me otherwise. You care about us all so much and you'd do anything to protect us. You just miss stuff sometimes.

As for the amount of damage you're capable of...

Honestly, Jane is the only one with any defense if we stopped thinking, if we got angry enough. We're not exactly poster children of mental health and independence.

[miasmajesty]

There's a fine line between protecting and controlling. [ A shake of his head. ] I can do more damage to all of you because I don't consider that line. I don't even see it.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

You're aware it exists. That's considering.

[Pauuuuuse]

And if you need to, you can talk to me 'bout it? You've never actually controlled me.

[miasmajesty]

[ Not for a lack of trying... ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She knows how to read your manipulations, lucky you.]

I know, you try, but that's why we have each other. We keep each other grounded.

[miasmajesty]

[ Blowing out a sigh. ]

Yeah.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

...sorry it took me so long to catch up, but I'm here now.

[miasmajesty]

S'okay.

[ Just puts their heads together.

He considers what else to say. Hesitates, and then just says fuck it, go for the fucking gold Strider. ]

I know... with me 'nd Jake. I did my share of fucking up. I know. But. [ ... ] He still hurt me pretty bad.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Oh Dirk.

[She takes his hand in hers, squeezing it ]

You deserved better than him bein' so dumsb 'bout it.

[miasmajesty]

[ mm... ]

I'm such a tool.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

You're not a tool for being hurt. He should have talked to you.

[miasmajesty]

Not his MO. I knew that going in.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

That is still his fault.

[miasmajesty]

It's a situation I put him in.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Dirk.

You both fucked up.

You're allowed to be hurt by the stuff he did wrong.

[Gonna just hug him now.]

It's all right for you to be hurting either way.

[miasmajesty]

[ Hugging back reluctantly.

Debating if he wants to say anything more or leave it as is. He's not... opposed to feelings jams, but he's never been fantastic at the let-me-tell-you-my-shit part of it.

It's another minute before he speaks again. His voice a little thicker with... something. ]

It just... bothered me. He spends weeks pretending I don't exist and suddenly the second he thinks I can fix his problems, he's all up on me without a second thought. [ He could pull his hair out. He really could. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[...oh Jake, you are a winner.]

Felt a bit...used? [Softly, gentle, rubbing his back slowly.]

[miasmajesty]

... Yeah.

[ Like he wasn't worth anything at all. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She tightens her hold briefly.]

....you know, that is one good thing 'bout you.

You make things feel...safer when they go to shit. Dun even have to do anything, just being there helps a lot. [At least for her, but she likes to think it applies to the others.]