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And you don't at all fear the hole they'll leave behind? that it is one worth experiencing, despite knowing it might not heal?

Correction: it didn't.

I lost him once, and it shattered every part of me to my fucking core in ways I didn't know someone could break. The fact that I was ever able to rectify that loss took a decade and several literal miracles beyond all logic and possibility.

I'm terrified every damn day if my life that I might lose him again, that our next fight could be our last, that he'll disappear again with no trace left behind. And I know if that happens, I might not find the strength to pick myself up a second time.

You ask me if that's worth it, and wholeheartedly without hesitation I would tell you it is. It's worth it because if one of you dies never knowing, the other will spend every damn day that follows wishing they had spoken up. Love is deciding someone is worth walking through hell, worth risking your heart and soul because neither one belongs only to yourself anymore.

[ fuck man
he doesn't want to read this
he's a bleeding heart on the worst of days and stupidly empathetic on the best of them.

He finds himself reading it over once, twice.
Before putting his phone aside for a moment to rub hetween his eyebrows. ]

This was hard to read.
In several ways. For several reasons.
My fault for asking. My bitter pill to swallow.

You've given me something to think about. At the very least.

You're fine. If I didn't want to admit it, I would have kept my mouth shut.

The truth is never easy and reality is never simple. Sorry to hammer it in quite that bluntly, but the purpose of a teacher is for others to learn from his mistakes. Things like this are easy to fuck up out of fear, believe me when I say I understand that.

You're a teacher, huh.
Can't say I've ever had one of those before.
They always deliver their lectures with such a brutal lesson to learn from it?

Only the ones who were terrible students themselves. Means they know exactly how to get their point across to even the most stubborn idiots when the situation requires.

I've been called harsh, but I make sure I get results. Better that than have others screw shit up as badly as I have.

I'll try to be a better student then, damn.
I'm used to being the one who wins a fight, not the one who's out before the ref counts to three.

Results are what's important. You're clearly coming at this from an angle of compassion, I can tell that much. Even if I don't fully get it, myself.

I like having a bit of preparation before getting into things. And you've given me that.

What I lack in physical power, I make up for in words. Just a matter of different expertise, that's all.

You strike me as a decent person, Wriothsley. The kind who doesn't deserve to stumble through a proverbial minefield essentially blindfolded. If anything I say can help with that, then I'm glad to be of service.

Haha. You caught me at one of my weakspots, then. Words aren't really my forte. Consider this fight yours.

I appreciate the offer. I do. But I won't sit here and lie to you, either. Anyone can be a decent person, it just doesn't mean they're a good one. I'm a prison warden for a reason--the kind of life I've made for myself is a result of the crimes I've committed.
Just be careful not to throw your lot too hard in with mine.

Don't fool yourself into thinking I'm some paragon of virtue, either. No one who calls themselves a mage ever is; the trick is finding the ones who know they aren't. Self-awareness alone is worth a lot more than you think.

You remind me of an old friend of mine, actually. Decent at heart, but rough around the edges and miles from morally perfect--exactly the kind of person I find most worth throwing my lot in with.

Well then. Imagine that.
I can't say I know too much about magic. Like the last time we spoke--normal people with magic isn't common where I'm from, but most Vision-users I've met are decent folks. So perhaps I used that as a basis for how I viewed you.

So long as you're fine with being friends with someone with blood on their hands, then I'm sure we'll get along fine now and into the future.

Can't say I'll figure this
other stuff out soon, though. I'll admit I find it hard to trust others.

Be a hypocrite if I didn't. I've got enough on my own hands that I've got no place telling anyone they're lesser for it.

As for that, that's the hard part. Loving someone means trusting them with all of who you are, good and ugly parts alike.

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