[Liem frowns a little at the mention of professional help and medication, though he imagines John is probably right. Even those of them who might have been well-off to begin with can’t have remained so after being plucked from their homes and brought here to be thrust into the midst of some grand, existence-spanning war.]
No, you’re not wrong. There has to be a line somewhere, and I certainly don’t intend to keep hounding him with reparations he doesn’t even want.
[What a waste of time that would be — just as trying to apologize had been a waste of time, for all his earnest hopes. He hadn’t expected Gen to forgive him, but he also hadn’t realized that his attempt at an apology would only make him angrier.
He buries his frown in his drink for a long moment, then lowers his glass with a soft breath.]
It’s not really about me, though I can’t say I’m indifferent about what he did.
[Though he’s sympathetic to the hurt that he knows must lie somewhere at the heart of that anger, he also knows he doesn’t want to volunteer as someone on whom Gen might simply vent whatever frustrations he likes. Nor does he think it’s appropriate for Gen to have involved Set in the way that he did.]
But we were… if not good friends, then at least friendly, before. I knew him before either of us were even brought to this world. I’d just hoped it wouldn’t all be poisoned the way it was, and that even if he was angry, maybe he would want to understand.
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No, you’re not wrong. There has to be a line somewhere, and I certainly don’t intend to keep hounding him with reparations he doesn’t even want.
[What a waste of time that would be — just as trying to apologize had been a waste of time, for all his earnest hopes. He hadn’t expected Gen to forgive him, but he also hadn’t realized that his attempt at an apology would only make him angrier.
He buries his frown in his drink for a long moment, then lowers his glass with a soft breath.]
It’s not really about me, though I can’t say I’m indifferent about what he did.
[Though he’s sympathetic to the hurt that he knows must lie somewhere at the heart of that anger, he also knows he doesn’t want to volunteer as someone on whom Gen might simply vent whatever frustrations he likes. Nor does he think it’s appropriate for Gen to have involved Set in the way that he did.]
But we were… if not good friends, then at least friendly, before. I knew him before either of us were even brought to this world. I’d just hoped it wouldn’t all be poisoned the way it was, and that even if he was angry, maybe he would want to understand.