[Jonah, for his part, listens. He listens intently, that anguish and paranoia instilled from the start by Peter and knowing, after enough routine, Algric had started turning it and doing it to himself. That's the problem with the Lonely; you almost don't even have to have anyone do it to you.
Tobias is a name he only remembers in office gossip whispering, Martin's library days. But it had been so much worse at the time, hadn't it? Had really hurt him. Being blamed for things not entirely his own fault by people who didn't understand what was really going on.
Melanie hated almost everyone. Basira didn't trust anyone. Daisy was Buried...
By the time Algric finishes, the red recedes to just the edges of his iris, leaving room for the deep, vibrant, laughably ironic safe green. His vision is steady and looking at Algric, aware and focused.]
...And. And all those times I. I tried to talk to you? Did... Did I only make it worse?
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Date: 2020-09-06 04:43 pm (UTC)Tobias is a name he only remembers in office gossip whispering, Martin's library days. But it had been so much worse at the time, hadn't it? Had really hurt him. Being blamed for things not entirely his own fault by people who didn't understand what was really going on.
Melanie hated almost everyone. Basira didn't trust anyone. Daisy was Buried...
By the time Algric finishes, the red recedes to just the edges of his iris, leaving room for the deep, vibrant, laughably ironic safe green. His vision is steady and looking at Algric, aware and focused.]
...And. And all those times I. I tried to talk to you? Did... Did I only make it worse?