[Tony turned around and leaned his hip against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.]
Well? Get on with it. We both know you're here to protect your perfect princess. Who, by the way, writes the most obnoxiously long texts. That should be illegal!
[If there'd been any doubt, previously, as the the depths of his anger, there isn't no. And yet, for all that, he has yet to even really raise his voice. It is more forceful, perhaps, more pointed and sharp, shorn as it is of the softness afforded by courtesy and long years of diplomacy. But it is not loud.]
Do you have any idea how your words have affected her? How much pain you have caused, even just recently? [There's the barest flicker of a pause, not even long enough for Tony to so much as begin to defend himself.] Of course you don't. You, who cannot even seem to listen to what she has to say.
[Tony was taking a very different approach to his temper and tone. He was letting his voice go loud and forceful though perhaps less so after that extremely frustrated, exasperated remark.]
You are dating her. So I can assume like a normal human being who has a brain that you like her and are here to defend her. That is logic, that isn't some insane slight that you or her have just dreamed up out of the peacock feathers and horse shit you have growing between your ears!
[He was genuinely stunned by the accusation.]
Me? I can't listen? Buddy, have you actually read our texts? Because here, have my phone. Read it. She doesn't listen to a single thing I say. All she does is go on these bizarre tangents. I told her it's horrible what she's gone through. I said it was messed up that anyone would use her or make her feel bad, but it's not an excuse to do that to someone else.
Show me, where am I not hearing her where it's appropriate to our conversation. Because all I read is her blaming other people and taking no responsibility for her actions and choices. She wants all the rules to be hers and not held to any standards like those between family members or friends. I know you care about her, but I'm trying to help her. She's. Not. Letting. Me.
Do you think I would be here if I had not read it? That I would be here on some imagined slight?
[Fortunately, perhaps, he chooses to not address the question about their respective levels of sanity. Frustrated and angry though he may be, he can still - on some level - recognize what frustration looks like in someone else.]
But by all means, let us use the conversation you have so kindly offered.
[He doesn't reach for Tony's phone, though. There's no need for him to - while he may not have anything like an eidetic memory (and just as well, perhaps - his memory is good enough to still recall the details of what he has just recently read even through the anger coursing in his veins.]
You claim she has placed a certain amount of blame and anger on another individual. You further imply that it is an undue amount. She explains - in some detail - her actions and reasoning.
[A flicker of a pause, and when he speaks again, it's clear he's quoting back fragments of the conversation in question. Not perfectly perhaps, but near enough.]
"I stopped being so open with her."
"She constantly oversteps boundaries."
"She shared the things I told her but not what prompted me to say them."
"I do not blame her."
"I wish her no ill will."
[Another brief pause, as he returns to speaking in his own voice.]
And yet you would have the gall to claim that she is channeling her anger at that individual? That she is vilifying them, even after she has offered clarification otherwise? Have you forgotten how much she cares to preserve what boundaries she can? Or had you simply not considered that hers might be worthy?
[He was so angry and frustrated listening to Solus speak. He thought of insults, petty barbs, and snide remarks- one right after the other during the whole thing. In the end, he said nothing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 10.. 9.. 8.. He ran his hand over his beard and then held his curled fist against his lips for a few extra seconds. 7.. 6.. 5.. He opened his eyes and met Solus' gaze. 4.. 3.. 2.. His tone was calmer and more controlled now. 1.]
The short answer to your question is yes, but that does a poor job of painting a whole picture of what's going on. The much more important question is that I'm doing everything I can to help her and I know this isn't working. Everything I say she takes offense to or she dismisses or she takes so damn literally it's worse than talking to a native.
It's like that list of quotes you just said to me. Out of context they do make a fairly convincing argument but that's not what she said as a whole. I get there are triggers either verbal or emotion that make her recall a piece of her past. And from someone who also has pieces of their past that haunt them, I know how painful and vulnerable that makes someone feel. But she is looking so damn hard for those slights and she is merciless and excessive when she believes she's found a culprit.
It can't be good for her to live like that. It has to be exhausting for her to be so vigilant. I'm not being unsympathetic. I wouldn't be putting myself through this much effort and this much frustration if I didn't genuinely care and want to help her! But I'm not willing to do that without also holding her accountable for her actions. When we talk it doesn't seem like she can see her responsibility and it sounds like she's hurting people. I know that's not what she wants to do, but.. the cycle continues.
You ought not presume, yes. But I have seen precious little to suggest that you have not.
[Still, he waits patiently enough while Tony works on calming himself down. And if it gives him time to refocus a little as well, surely that's not the worst thing in the world. It does little enough for the overall sharpness of his tone, nor the way that ever word of his seems all but poised to cut Tony to the quick, but he is - if nothing else - less visibly angry.]
Do you truly think that is how she lives? That how she has reacted when she is angry and in pain is the whole of her? That it is all she is capable of being, even now?
I don't know. Every time I talk to her, it disintegrates so quickly I can't get a good read on it.
I know how I've felt in the past when I was first handling this condition. I know how I feel now after dealing with this and getting professional help with it for years. I know how it feels to try and talk to her. I know how she reacts to what I say. I have evidence how others are being hurt by her because I've talked to them. I've seen how she treats and talks to Gladio. Those are the clues I have to work with.
The very first time I met her, I was invited over to her house just hours after arriving here. I stepped in, complimented her and the house, and told her I had two close friends who I had just left behind who were also the same race as her and she went psycho. She punched the wall, screamed like a banshee, and then walked off talking about tea and which seat cushions I couldn't touch. Sully, that's not normal behavior. That kind of 0 to 200 on the psycho meter is the problem I'm trying to help her with.
[Asked him, or asked Era; he doesn't clarify and either would have likely worked in the end, although no doubt to varying degrees of success.
Tony's description of his first encounter with Era, on the other hand, has Emet-Selch deeply dubious. If only for the way it happens to be presented.]
Were it so simple as you have made it sound, yes. But allow me to offer the insights you may have missed, in your haste.
[His voice still twists sharp and halfway cruel, even with something as relatively innocuous as that, and he lets it do so.]
I assume she instructed you to not sit on the armchairs. Those would be nearer to the lower level of the house, where the birds prefer to nap. And even you would no doubt have found their displeasure deeply unenjoyable had they woken.
[Given that they're allowed somewhat free roam within the house itself.]
As to the conversation... I doubt her actions were without cause. Thus, I present a scenario that seems to have escaped your consideration: your words caused her a momentary flare of anger and frustration. Enough to cause her to lash out, if but briefly.
[A breath of pause.]
You have felt that sort of anger at some point in your life, have you not, Toto?
[By the tone of his voice, the nickname is not meant in a particularly charitable way, though neither is it a direct insult.]
She would not, however, wished to speak further of it with someone nearly a stranger. Thus a desire to return to that which she had offered. She was allowing a chance for matters to continue. A chance to offer whatever it was she had originally offered. An offer you would have snubbed by leaving as you did.
Of course I did. At a later point. At the time I was had just witnessed a woman break her own arm.
[Well, more specifically he brought the point up several times in a humorous way trying to demonstrate how insane it sounded and didn't get much in the way of clarification.]
And no I didn't know about the damn birds until yesterday. Even with me asking, we could never get that far in the conversation.
[He rolled his eyes at the name. He was trying to ignore how amusing it sounded.]
I have. I did. Usually when I'm talking to her. I'm so fucking frustrated that I can't get through to her. I haven't been able to get even one point across to her because we can't seem to stick with it long enough to get from definition of terms to concrete concept she could take and use in her life. Everything I try to use as an example, she misunderstands or she takes offense to. Everything I try to use as humor to lighten the mood and maybe attempt to bond or.. I don't know, something positive, is like I'm talking to a wall.
I don't get it. The whole reason we did this was because we had a positive connection. I care about her or I wouldn't be trying so hard. I'm not doing this just for laughs, Solus. Help me, dammit!
She does know several people capable of healing magic. [Herself being one, but if that's not something Era has cared to share with Tony it's not his place to do so.] And it would more likely have been her hand.
[He can but guess, of course. Least of all because he had hardly been the one to tend to her injuries, afterwards.]
Nor would you have been expected to know of the birds. But let me ask you this. Would it be so strange to assume that there were chairs one might not wish a guest to sit in? And that one might not think to explain why?
[Especially, as seems to have been the case, if there had been something else that had provoked a strong emotional reaction.]
As to your declaration of care... you have certainly not shown it, through either deeds or words.
[He holds up a hand as that, as if to say that he's aware Tony might have a response, but that he's not finished yet.]
You have insulted her, belittled her genuine reactions to being hurt and in distress, rescinded offers on what would seem to be little more than spite, overstepped the boundaries she has carefully explained, and utterly failed to provide any explanation as to where yours might lie. You have shown her anger and frustration, and no matter how reasonable they might have been, you have done naught to give her reason to trust you. Naught to expect that you are anything but that anger and frustration, and with no sense of boundaries to guide her you have left her all but blind as to how she might avoid either of those things.
[A pause, though it's more to allow him a brief moment to take a breath than anything else.]
Do you know what it is you have done, in the name of help? You have caused her to believe that her emotions, that her pain is less worthy than that of others. Both those you have naïvely championed and those she might have known otherwise. That is not care, it is a cruelty, and one she ill-deserves.
[Another pause, as he takes a moment to simply breathe, pulling his anger back in, and drawing away from it as best he can.]
But let us assume that you have been genuine in your explanations. That you genuinely wish for assistance.
[And to be honest... he's not entirely sure on that.]
If you wish to help, you must learn to see her as a person. To shed your preconceptions and begin anew. She will be overly polite, yes, and has a poor grasp of humor. But she invariably tells the truth, long-winded though it may seem.
As for your definitions... if you must define matters, begin there. And for the love of everything you consider sacred, tell her where your boundaries are first.
[For a moment, it looks almost like he might be done, and then he begins again.]
But first, you will give her space. Both that she might begin to regain the ground that you have caused her to lose and that she might be allowed time to heal from this recent spate of emotional upheaval.
[Tony let out a loud growl of frustration and rubbed his face. He wanted to tear out his hair! He paced about the small space in front of the kitchen counter, not having anywhere else to go with Solus standing right there but unable to stay still either.]
I don't give a shit if she can heal it or if it was the hand or arm! I don't care about the stupid birds either! You're missing the damn point! I'm saying that it didn't make any sense to me at the time and I had a genuine reason to react the way that I did. It is absolutely insane to punch a wall to the point of bloody injury and then start talking about where someone should go put their ass down. That scene is an example of how this whole thing has felt to me.
[He wheeled around on the tall man and in two steps was nose to nose with the other man. (Or nose to.. well, Tony was much shorter than Solus but it certainly wouldn't seem that way given the size of his vehemence). As he spoke, he jabbed a finger at the man's chest.]
That's not true, Solus! I'll take responsibility for what mistakes I've made here, but that is an untrue and very unfair claim. I have shown it. How dare you say otherwise! I could've said to hell with her at that very first meeting, but I didn't. I could've had nothing more to do with her after she came to my house and told me she missed war and suffering! But. I. Didn't.
I kept trying. I believed in her- I still do! I still believe there is someone good and sweet and smart underneath all that anger and hurt and dramatics. I would never have have offered to share what I knew- telling her, I was not a professional and I was not anything more than someone who has dealt with this condition longer than she has- if I didn't care!
I've told her I don't think she has intended to harm anyone. I've told her how I thought it was wrong these things happened to her. I've told her intimate details about what I've gone through. I've opened up a part of my past, my heart, my shame and pointed at it so she could see it and hopefully learn from the mistakes I've made. I've emotionally cut myself wide open and I've been putting Gladio and myself through hell in doing so, just to try and reach her. So you don't get to come in here and question that. Not one more goddamn word about that, Solus. Not one damn word.
[He took a shaky breath and stepped back. He felt as though he were only barely hanging on by a thread, but they needed to finish this. He moved to the other side of the room where the kitchen table was and sank down on one of the chairs.
He waited another moment to calm himself again before continuing.]
I shouldn't have called her what I did. That was wrong and I admit it. But, the thing you need to understand is I had just shared something deeply personal and she immediately insulted me. I'm human and it hurt. So yes, I snapped and I rescinded my offer. However, I still went out of my way and gathered up all the documents I could find on the subject. I organized it on that zip drive for her and wrote some notes that I thought might help.
[He looked down and shook his head as he heard what he'd done to the girl. He put his head in his hands and sighed heavily. It confirmed something he had already learned about himself with Ignis and why he should never really be with Gladio. In fact, maybe he should pull back even further just in case.
He lifted his head to meet Solus' gaze]
There's a practice in my world called 'Alcoholics Anonymous'. It's helped thousands of people and has been around for decades. It's a charity group that people with a problem with alcohol can go and they get help from other people who also have the same addiction so they can quit. One of the biggest parts of this program is the sponsor. This is someone who has been in the program for a while volunteers to help a new person. They aren't a professional and all they have is their experience.
That's what I was trying to do for her. I don't know how or why we got so off base. I don't know how she even came to that conclusion given what I was telling her.
I don't believe she tells the truth as much as you think she does. I believe she tells the truth that she believes is the truth, but I don't think she actually knows what the truth is sometimes. I don't think she can see situations clearly. I think she hides behind that smokescreen of texts and politeness, saying a bunch of words but not actually saying anything genuine from her heart.
I think she is, perhaps for the first time, having to share love from a father and attention from a brother with another girl and is projecting excessively at Pyra. I think by doing that and other things she's hurting Reggie, Noctis and Pyra in a way that is extremely unjust and selfish. Again, though, I don't think she's meaning to do any of this. I fear if she doesn't stop she's going to lose something she's been longing for and will regret deeply.
[His gaze dropped to the floor and he sighed.]
I'm telling you this, because I'm done. Despite my best efforts, I can't do any more for her. You believe whatever the fuck you want. I've given this everything I could.
I am not asking that you care about them. I am simply pointing out that there are reasons for her to have acted as you did. Reasons that one might even consider understandable, though I will not entirely fault you for not taking the time to see beyond that first impression.
[For other things, yes. But not, entirely, for having perhaps gotten off on something of a strange start. Still, if Tony expects him to be the least bit cowed by the sudden invasion of his space, he will be sorely disappointed. In fact, there's barely so much as a blink from Emet-Selch. Admittedly, by the way his scowl deepens the longer Tony continues on about what he has tried to do it's clear that he wants to continue on the topic that Tony has just told him not to, but to his credit he does listen. He's perhaps not the best pleased about the idea - not least of all because Tony's not the only person who has been having a difficult time dealing with the conversation - but he does at least refrain from mentioning that fact.]
But by all means, let us turn to this 'insult' she offered. [A pause, for effect and consideration rather than any direct attempt to modulate his own lingering irritation.] You are speaking of her insistence that her communicator is a device she values highly, yes? When you had previously shown a significant temper that resulted in at least one item having been thrown to the floor? A poor insult, by all counts, if indeed it can be called such.
[Too, he could say things about his assumptions about Tony's ego, if such a small thing had been enough to prick it to the point of it seeming like an insult. He does not. Irritated and angry though he might be, even he isn't much interested in needlessly winding Tony up, now that he is - at least nominally - trying to help Tony understand if nothing else.]
Nor should you assume that practices in your world will have an equivalent in ours. While it would have been simple enough to see that you had been offering your assistance, she would not have had the context to see it as more than that. Just what little she knew of you - from conversation and actions both.
[The good and the bad, and Emet can most certainly guess at which of the two has caused the two of them to end up at such odds. Though this, too, is not something he speaks of, although in this case it's because Tony's comments about truth have him scowling again.]
Then let me rephrase. She lies most often to herself. When she is speaking to or of other people, however, she is careful to present information neutrally; as much without bias as she can. To offer an account that is the truth of a situation. And if you cannot - will not - see that as anything but disingenuity than you will never come to so much as the barest hint of an accord with her.
[Another pause, and this time it is to rein his anger in again.]
She is polite because - I assume - it is how she was taught to be. She favors text because it is easier for her, and so she prefers it. Not as an attempt to mislead or hide the truth of how she feels. Surely neither is so unusual?
[A more considering pause, and then:]
As to the rest, I will grant that she may not have entirely thought her actions through. But the rest of your assumptions - and they are most certainly that - make it quite clear you have misjudged whatever she may have told you of the situation. And her, by extension.
[Tony's eyebrows rose sharply and he looked at Solus like he'd lost his mind.]
You're joking, right? You and her honestly believe all of this was set off over her communicator? No of course that's not the insult I'm talking about! I was annoyed that she was making assumptions about my character at the time but no, that wasn't...
[He shook his head in disbelief and let the sentence drop with a sigh.]
For the record, a plate and someone's communication device that came from home aren't anywhere near the same thing. Also she could've just offered an alternative to get the information like the zip drive instead of making a big fuss about it. I just thought that whole thing was stupid.
Either way, that's all beside the point since it has nothing to do with anything. It hardly matters now why since it is clear that my health and well-being meant very little to either of you.
You're right about one thing though. I don't believe she 'presents information neutrally' and 'without bias'. I think that's complete bullshit, especially given the level of her mental health issues. However, I believe she is trying to tell the truth and she has a genuine desire to do right by others. If I didn't think she was a good person, I would never have tried so hard to help her.
As for texting, just look at how much confusion and headache that has caused us. How much of this could've been cleared up by her or I being able to read one another's facial expressions or tone? We already had enough staked against us, we didn't need to add more obstacles to get in our way. I just hope whoever she's texting next she isn't sending those oppressively long texts to like she did to me. That isn't fair to do to someone when they can't stop her from doing the texting version of verbal diarrhea. No one deserves that.
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Well? Get on with it. We both know you're here to protect your perfect princess. Who, by the way, writes the most obnoxiously long texts. That should be illegal!
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[If there'd been any doubt, previously, as the the depths of his anger, there isn't no. And yet, for all that, he has yet to even really raise his voice. It is more forceful, perhaps, more pointed and sharp, shorn as it is of the softness afforded by courtesy and long years of diplomacy. But it is not loud.]
Do you have any idea how your words have affected her? How much pain you have caused, even just recently? [There's the barest flicker of a pause, not even long enough for Tony to so much as begin to defend himself.] Of course you don't. You, who cannot even seem to listen to what she has to say.
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[Tony was taking a very different approach to his temper and tone. He was letting his voice go loud and forceful though perhaps less so after that extremely frustrated, exasperated remark.]
You are dating her. So I can assume like a normal human being who has a brain that you like her and are here to defend her. That is logic, that isn't some insane slight that you or her have just dreamed up out of the peacock feathers and horse shit you have growing between your ears!
[He was genuinely stunned by the accusation.]
Me? I can't listen? Buddy, have you actually read our texts? Because here, have my phone. Read it. She doesn't listen to a single thing I say. All she does is go on these bizarre tangents. I told her it's horrible what she's gone through. I said it was messed up that anyone would use her or make her feel bad, but it's not an excuse to do that to someone else.
Show me, where am I not hearing her where it's appropriate to our conversation. Because all I read is her blaming other people and taking no responsibility for her actions and choices. She wants all the rules to be hers and not held to any standards like those between family members or friends. I know you care about her, but I'm trying to help her. She's. Not. Letting. Me.
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[Fortunately, perhaps, he chooses to not address the question about their respective levels of sanity. Frustrated and angry though he may be, he can still - on some level - recognize what frustration looks like in someone else.]
But by all means, let us use the conversation you have so kindly offered.
[He doesn't reach for Tony's phone, though. There's no need for him to - while he may not have anything like an eidetic memory (and just as well, perhaps - his memory is good enough to still recall the details of what he has just recently read even through the anger coursing in his veins.]
You claim she has placed a certain amount of blame and anger on another individual. You further imply that it is an undue amount. She explains - in some detail - her actions and reasoning.
[A flicker of a pause, and when he speaks again, it's clear he's quoting back fragments of the conversation in question. Not perfectly perhaps, but near enough.]
"I stopped being so open with her."
"She constantly oversteps boundaries."
"She shared the things I told her but not what prompted me to say them."
"I do not blame her."
"I wish her no ill will."
[Another brief pause, as he returns to speaking in his own voice.]
And yet you would have the gall to claim that she is channeling her anger at that individual? That she is vilifying them, even after she has offered clarification otherwise? Have you forgotten how much she cares to preserve what boundaries she can? Or had you simply not considered that hers might be worthy?
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[He was so angry and frustrated listening to Solus speak. He thought of insults, petty barbs, and snide remarks- one right after the other during the whole thing. In the end, he said nothing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 10.. 9.. 8.. He ran his hand over his beard and then held his curled fist against his lips for a few extra seconds. 7.. 6.. 5.. He opened his eyes and met Solus' gaze. 4.. 3.. 2.. His tone was calmer and more controlled now. 1.]
The short answer to your question is yes, but that does a poor job of painting a whole picture of what's going on. The much more important question is that I'm doing everything I can to help her and I know this isn't working. Everything I say she takes offense to or she dismisses or she takes so damn literally it's worse than talking to a native.
It's like that list of quotes you just said to me. Out of context they do make a fairly convincing argument but that's not what she said as a whole. I get there are triggers either verbal or emotion that make her recall a piece of her past. And from someone who also has pieces of their past that haunt them, I know how painful and vulnerable that makes someone feel. But she is looking so damn hard for those slights and she is merciless and excessive when she believes she's found a culprit.
It can't be good for her to live like that. It has to be exhausting for her to be so vigilant. I'm not being unsympathetic. I wouldn't be putting myself through this much effort and this much frustration if I didn't genuinely care and want to help her! But I'm not willing to do that without also holding her accountable for her actions. When we talk it doesn't seem like she can see her responsibility and it sounds like she's hurting people. I know that's not what she wants to do, but.. the cycle continues.
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[Still, he waits patiently enough while Tony works on calming himself down. And if it gives him time to refocus a little as well, surely that's not the worst thing in the world. It does little enough for the overall sharpness of his tone, nor the way that ever word of his seems all but poised to cut Tony to the quick, but he is - if nothing else - less visibly angry.]
Do you truly think that is how she lives? That how she has reacted when she is angry and in pain is the whole of her? That it is all she is capable of being, even now?
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I know how I've felt in the past when I was first handling this condition. I know how I feel now after dealing with this and getting professional help with it for years. I know how it feels to try and talk to her. I know how she reacts to what I say. I have evidence how others are being hurt by her because I've talked to them. I've seen how she treats and talks to Gladio. Those are the clues I have to work with.
The very first time I met her, I was invited over to her house just hours after arriving here. I stepped in, complimented her and the house, and told her I had two close friends who I had just left behind who were also the same race as her and she went psycho. She punched the wall, screamed like a banshee, and then walked off talking about tea and which seat cushions I couldn't touch. Sully, that's not normal behavior. That kind of 0 to 200 on the psycho meter is the problem I'm trying to help her with.
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[Asked him, or asked Era; he doesn't clarify and either would have likely worked in the end, although no doubt to varying degrees of success.
Tony's description of his first encounter with Era, on the other hand, has Emet-Selch deeply dubious. If only for the way it happens to be presented.]
Were it so simple as you have made it sound, yes. But allow me to offer the insights you may have missed, in your haste.
[His voice still twists sharp and halfway cruel, even with something as relatively innocuous as that, and he lets it do so.]
I assume she instructed you to not sit on the armchairs. Those would be nearer to the lower level of the house, where the birds prefer to nap. And even you would no doubt have found their displeasure deeply unenjoyable had they woken.
[Given that they're allowed somewhat free roam within the house itself.]
As to the conversation... I doubt her actions were without cause. Thus, I present a scenario that seems to have escaped your consideration: your words caused her a momentary flare of anger and frustration. Enough to cause her to lash out, if but briefly.
[A breath of pause.]
You have felt that sort of anger at some point in your life, have you not, Toto?
[By the tone of his voice, the nickname is not meant in a particularly charitable way, though neither is it a direct insult.]
She would not, however, wished to speak further of it with someone nearly a stranger. Thus a desire to return to that which she had offered. She was allowing a chance for matters to continue. A chance to offer whatever it was she had originally offered. An offer you would have snubbed by leaving as you did.
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[Well, more specifically he brought the point up several times in a humorous way trying to demonstrate how insane it sounded and didn't get much in the way of clarification.]
And no I didn't know about the damn birds until yesterday. Even with me asking, we could never get that far in the conversation.
[He rolled his eyes at the name. He was trying to ignore how amusing it sounded.]
I have. I did. Usually when I'm talking to her. I'm so fucking frustrated that I can't get through to her. I haven't been able to get even one point across to her because we can't seem to stick with it long enough to get from definition of terms to concrete concept she could take and use in her life. Everything I try to use as an example, she misunderstands or she takes offense to. Everything I try to use as humor to lighten the mood and maybe attempt to bond or.. I don't know, something positive, is like I'm talking to a wall.
I don't get it. The whole reason we did this was because we had a positive connection. I care about her or I wouldn't be trying so hard. I'm not doing this just for laughs, Solus. Help me, dammit!
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[He can but guess, of course. Least of all because he had hardly been the one to tend to her injuries, afterwards.]
Nor would you have been expected to know of the birds. But let me ask you this. Would it be so strange to assume that there were chairs one might not wish a guest to sit in? And that one might not think to explain why?
[Especially, as seems to have been the case, if there had been something else that had provoked a strong emotional reaction.]
As to your declaration of care... you have certainly not shown it, through either deeds or words.
[He holds up a hand as that, as if to say that he's aware Tony might have a response, but that he's not finished yet.]
You have insulted her, belittled her genuine reactions to being hurt and in distress, rescinded offers on what would seem to be little more than spite, overstepped the boundaries she has carefully explained, and utterly failed to provide any explanation as to where yours might lie. You have shown her anger and frustration, and no matter how reasonable they might have been, you have done naught to give her reason to trust you. Naught to expect that you are anything but that anger and frustration, and with no sense of boundaries to guide her you have left her all but blind as to how she might avoid either of those things.
[A pause, though it's more to allow him a brief moment to take a breath than anything else.]
Do you know what it is you have done, in the name of help? You have caused her to believe that her emotions, that her pain is less worthy than that of others. Both those you have naïvely championed and those she might have known otherwise. That is not care, it is a cruelty, and one she ill-deserves.
[Another pause, as he takes a moment to simply breathe, pulling his anger back in, and drawing away from it as best he can.]
But let us assume that you have been genuine in your explanations. That you genuinely wish for assistance.
[And to be honest... he's not entirely sure on that.]
If you wish to help, you must learn to see her as a person. To shed your preconceptions and begin anew. She will be overly polite, yes, and has a poor grasp of humor. But she invariably tells the truth, long-winded though it may seem.
As for your definitions... if you must define matters, begin there. And for the love of everything you consider sacred, tell her where your boundaries are first.
[For a moment, it looks almost like he might be done, and then he begins again.]
But first, you will give her space. Both that she might begin to regain the ground that you have caused her to lose and that she might be allowed time to heal from this recent spate of emotional upheaval.
CW: AA meetings mentioned and language
I don't give a shit if she can heal it or if it was the hand or arm! I don't care about the stupid birds either! You're missing the damn point! I'm saying that it didn't make any sense to me at the time and I had a genuine reason to react the way that I did. It is absolutely insane to punch a wall to the point of bloody injury and then start talking about where someone should go put their ass down. That scene is an example of how this whole thing has felt to me.
[He wheeled around on the tall man and in two steps was nose to nose with the other man. (Or nose to.. well, Tony was much shorter than Solus but it certainly wouldn't seem that way given the size of his vehemence). As he spoke, he jabbed a finger at the man's chest.]
That's not true, Solus! I'll take responsibility for what mistakes I've made here, but that is an untrue and very unfair claim. I have shown it. How dare you say otherwise! I could've said to hell with her at that very first meeting, but I didn't. I could've had nothing more to do with her after she came to my house and told me she missed war and suffering! But. I. Didn't.
I kept trying. I believed in her- I still do! I still believe there is someone good and sweet and smart underneath all that anger and hurt and dramatics. I would never have have offered to share what I knew- telling her, I was not a professional and I was not anything more than someone who has dealt with this condition longer than she has- if I didn't care!
I've told her I don't think she has intended to harm anyone. I've told her how I thought it was wrong these things happened to her. I've told her intimate details about what I've gone through. I've opened up a part of my past, my heart, my shame and pointed at it so she could see it and hopefully learn from the mistakes I've made. I've emotionally cut myself wide open and I've been putting Gladio and myself through hell in doing so, just to try and reach her. So you don't get to come in here and question that. Not one more goddamn word about that, Solus. Not one damn word.
[He took a shaky breath and stepped back. He felt as though he were only barely hanging on by a thread, but they needed to finish this. He moved to the other side of the room where the kitchen table was and sank down on one of the chairs.
He waited another moment to calm himself again before continuing.]
I shouldn't have called her what I did. That was wrong and I admit it. But, the thing you need to understand is I had just shared something deeply personal and she immediately insulted me. I'm human and it hurt. So yes, I snapped and I rescinded my offer. However, I still went out of my way and gathered up all the documents I could find on the subject. I organized it on that zip drive for her and wrote some notes that I thought might help.
[He looked down and shook his head as he heard what he'd done to the girl. He put his head in his hands and sighed heavily. It confirmed something he had already learned about himself with Ignis and why he should never really be with Gladio. In fact, maybe he should pull back even further just in case.
He lifted his head to meet Solus' gaze]
There's a practice in my world called 'Alcoholics Anonymous'. It's helped thousands of people and has been around for decades. It's a charity group that people with a problem with alcohol can go and they get help from other people who also have the same addiction so they can quit. One of the biggest parts of this program is the sponsor. This is someone who has been in the program for a while volunteers to help a new person. They aren't a professional and all they have is their experience.
That's what I was trying to do for her. I don't know how or why we got so off base. I don't know how she even came to that conclusion given what I was telling her.
I don't believe she tells the truth as much as you think she does. I believe she tells the truth that she believes is the truth, but I don't think she actually knows what the truth is sometimes. I don't think she can see situations clearly. I think she hides behind that smokescreen of texts and politeness, saying a bunch of words but not actually saying anything genuine from her heart.
I think she is, perhaps for the first time, having to share love from a father and attention from a brother with another girl and is projecting excessively at Pyra. I think by doing that and other things she's hurting Reggie, Noctis and Pyra in a way that is extremely unjust and selfish. Again, though, I don't think she's meaning to do any of this. I fear if she doesn't stop she's going to lose something she's been longing for and will regret deeply.
[His gaze dropped to the floor and he sighed.]
I'm telling you this, because I'm done. Despite my best efforts, I can't do any more for her. You believe whatever the fuck you want. I've given this everything I could.
[And he still failed.]
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[For other things, yes. But not, entirely, for having perhaps gotten off on something of a strange start. Still, if Tony expects him to be the least bit cowed by the sudden invasion of his space, he will be sorely disappointed. In fact, there's barely so much as a blink from Emet-Selch. Admittedly, by the way his scowl deepens the longer Tony continues on about what he has tried to do it's clear that he wants to continue on the topic that Tony has just told him not to, but to his credit he does listen. He's perhaps not the best pleased about the idea - not least of all because Tony's not the only person who has been having a difficult time dealing with the conversation - but he does at least refrain from mentioning that fact.]
But by all means, let us turn to this 'insult' she offered. [A pause, for effect and consideration rather than any direct attempt to modulate his own lingering irritation.] You are speaking of her insistence that her communicator is a device she values highly, yes? When you had previously shown a significant temper that resulted in at least one item having been thrown to the floor? A poor insult, by all counts, if indeed it can be called such.
[Too, he could say things about his assumptions about Tony's ego, if such a small thing had been enough to prick it to the point of it seeming like an insult. He does not. Irritated and angry though he might be, even he isn't much interested in needlessly winding Tony up, now that he is - at least nominally - trying to help Tony understand if nothing else.]
Nor should you assume that practices in your world will have an equivalent in ours. While it would have been simple enough to see that you had been offering your assistance, she would not have had the context to see it as more than that. Just what little she knew of you - from conversation and actions both.
[The good and the bad, and Emet can most certainly guess at which of the two has caused the two of them to end up at such odds. Though this, too, is not something he speaks of, although in this case it's because Tony's comments about truth have him scowling again.]
Then let me rephrase. She lies most often to herself. When she is speaking to or of other people, however, she is careful to present information neutrally; as much without bias as she can. To offer an account that is the truth of a situation. And if you cannot - will not - see that as anything but disingenuity than you will never come to so much as the barest hint of an accord with her.
[Another pause, and this time it is to rein his anger in again.]
She is polite because - I assume - it is how she was taught to be. She favors text because it is easier for her, and so she prefers it. Not as an attempt to mislead or hide the truth of how she feels. Surely neither is so unusual?
[A more considering pause, and then:]
As to the rest, I will grant that she may not have entirely thought her actions through. But the rest of your assumptions - and they are most certainly that - make it quite clear you have misjudged whatever she may have told you of the situation. And her, by extension.
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You're joking, right? You and her honestly believe all of this was set off over her communicator? No of course that's not the insult I'm talking about! I was annoyed that she was making assumptions about my character at the time but no, that wasn't...
[He shook his head in disbelief and let the sentence drop with a sigh.]
For the record, a plate and someone's communication device that came from home aren't anywhere near the same thing. Also she could've just offered an alternative to get the information like the zip drive instead of making a big fuss about it. I just thought that whole thing was stupid.
Either way, that's all beside the point since it has nothing to do with anything. It hardly matters now why since it is clear that my health and well-being meant very little to either of you.
You're right about one thing though. I don't believe she 'presents information neutrally' and 'without bias'. I think that's complete bullshit, especially given the level of her mental health issues. However, I believe she is trying to tell the truth and she has a genuine desire to do right by others. If I didn't think she was a good person, I would never have tried so hard to help her.
As for texting, just look at how much confusion and headache that has caused us. How much of this could've been cleared up by her or I being able to read one another's facial expressions or tone? We already had enough staked against us, we didn't need to add more obstacles to get in our way. I just hope whoever she's texting next she isn't sending those oppressively long texts to like she did to me. That isn't fair to do to someone when they can't stop her from doing the texting version of verbal diarrhea. No one deserves that.