Nothing, X knows, is ever beaten out of anyone. Not misbehaviour, not hope, and not love. It solves absolutely nothing.
He watches quietly while Devin makes the tea, noting absently how many different forms emotional difficulties can take. He's seen the refusal to acknowledge emotions. He's seen active conflict with every single emotion, both good and bad. He's seen emotional deadening, emotional over-excitement, and nearly everything in between. Somehow, Devin manages to encompass every single issue X has ever read, even the ones that should be incompatible. He's a strange mix of emotional maturity and flat denial.
"In the end," says X, "after all the agonising and weighing of options, all you really have is a choice. You can do nothing, or you can tell the Fool how you feel. If you were set on doing nothing, you wouldn't be asking for my help, which means you've already made your choice. The rest is just... cake frosting."
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He watches quietly while Devin makes the tea, noting absently how many different forms emotional difficulties can take. He's seen the refusal to acknowledge emotions. He's seen active conflict with every single emotion, both good and bad. He's seen emotional deadening, emotional over-excitement, and nearly everything in between. Somehow, Devin manages to encompass every single issue X has ever read, even the ones that should be incompatible. He's a strange mix of emotional maturity and flat denial.
"In the end," says X, "after all the agonising and weighing of options, all you really have is a choice. You can do nothing, or you can tell the Fool how you feel. If you were set on doing nothing, you wouldn't be asking for my help, which means you've already made your choice. The rest is just... cake frosting."