[He's really unaccustomed to being called out whenever he attempts to be purposefully vague, or sidestep something he'd rather not discuss. As a result, there's another moment of perplexed frustration in the wake of her reply, both at her inability to take his hint and leave things unsaid, and at the sight of one of his myriad fears laid out before him in black and white.
He never has been stable. None of them were, Angelika's dogs-- when one houses a mad canine entity in one's Spine, it's a little hard to maintain a grip on oneself. Likewise, when one's body has been pushed to the limits by extensive experimentation, one becomes riddled with fissures and faultlines just waiting to split open.
But of course, he says none of that. Sticks with something simple and safe instead--]
You can believe what you like, I suppose. I won't prevent you from your task if you're really so keen to keep an eye on me. Even if I believe your efforts would be better spent elsewhere.
In my professional opinion, you should worry about yourself. All that you should be concerned about, is whether I make you too uncomfortable or not. I do not wish to harm you.
( Feelings, once again, but she doesn't employ the word this time. She knows she unnerves him--and there's no getting around that. At this point, it's a matter of managing to not do irrevocable harm to him. No matter what he claims, some of it is bluster, and she can tell he would rather he could shake off her concerns like a dog shaking off so much water. But it resonates with him, doesn't it? Before he pushes it aside something like a voice in the back of his mind tells him, she's right. She's not wrong in thinking he needs care.
He has yet to show her he truly doesn't want it. )
[he'd like to show her that he doesn't want it. He'd like to. Wants to tell her to back off and back down, to keep out of things she doesn't understand and that if he's gone this far without receiving one moment of care, he can certainly carry on in that vein. But the fact remains that despite his frustrations and unsettled feelings, there's a draw here, too. Something that had him coming back to apologise rather than refusing to engage.
And so here they are. She isn't entirely wrong. Even if he insists on meeting her concerns with the bravado he's become so accustomed to falling back on that it fits him like a second skin.]
Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. I have nothing to worry about, and nor do you. But as I said, should you wish to, I won't deny you. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll be sure to make my grievances clear should you overstep any bounds.
( As much as she'd like to make more progress and get to him, she is satisfied with how thing are now. Has to be, if she doesn't want to risk pushing him away out of her reach entirely.
And, it goes without saying that she doesn't think to force him to open up. To order him, or treat him in anyway like the dog he claims to be. He is a person to her; she will convince him of that. One day. )
I would not call this an impasse because I think we both understand each other a little better now. For the better.
Please. I pray that you do. ( Because then he'd be telling her how he felt. It's a win-win, really. )
[And again, he isn't entirely sure how to respond to that. What to make of it. Feels vaguely uncomfortable for reasons he can't put into words. She's just so different to anyone he's ever known and as such is at something of a loss, feels both drawn in and repelled.
And so again, he settles for words that convey very little of what he actually feels.]
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He never has been stable. None of them were, Angelika's dogs-- when one houses a mad canine entity in one's Spine, it's a little hard to maintain a grip on oneself. Likewise, when one's body has been pushed to the limits by extensive experimentation, one becomes riddled with fissures and faultlines just waiting to split open.
But of course, he says none of that. Sticks with something simple and safe instead--]
You can believe what you like, I suppose. I won't prevent you from your task if you're really so keen to keep an eye on me. Even if I believe your efforts would be better spent elsewhere.
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( Feelings, once again, but she doesn't employ the word this time. She knows she unnerves him--and there's no getting around that. At this point, it's a matter of managing to not do irrevocable harm to him. No matter what he claims, some of it is bluster, and she can tell he would rather he could shake off her concerns like a dog shaking off so much water. But it resonates with him, doesn't it? Before he pushes it aside something like a voice in the back of his mind tells him, she's right. She's not wrong in thinking he needs care.
He has yet to show her he truly doesn't want it. )
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And so here they are. She isn't entirely wrong. Even if he insists on meeting her concerns with the bravado he's become so accustomed to falling back on that it fits him like a second skin.]
Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. I have nothing to worry about, and nor do you. But as I said, should you wish to, I won't deny you. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll be sure to make my grievances clear should you overstep any bounds.
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And, it goes without saying that she doesn't think to force him to open up. To order him, or treat him in anyway like the dog he claims to be. He is a person to her; she will convince him of that. One day. )
I would not call this an impasse because I think we both understand each other a little better now. For the better.
Please. I pray that you do. ( Because then he'd be telling her how he felt. It's a win-win, really. )
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And so again, he settles for words that convey very little of what he actually feels.]
Well. I think I've said what I wanted to say.