[She'll sit close enough that she can feel the cold bristle against what parts of her brush against his shoulder or leg. Unless he's willing to talk... she won't start a conversation. She's just here, intentionally keeping very gentle contact.]
[He's silent for a long moment. He...honestly doesn't remember the last time he's been treated like this. He has Melt, of course he does, but this is a little different, somehow.]
[He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on his knees.]
...I keep messin' things up. It's not like I mean to. I just...do. I just...hate it, honestly.
My brothers make fun of my "nature" all the time. "Mammon the scumbag!" "Mammon the money-grubber!" "Mammon, the idiot who can't even think twice before doing anything!"
[Over, and over, and over again. So many insults.]
But I can't...I can't help it...and when I do stuff, I just...make it harder for everyone else.
[Another sigh, but this one shivers, like a leaf in the cold wind.]
The fact that you're even thinking about it this way means that it's affecting you more than you or your family might admit, you know. You could very well just tell yourself there is nothing wrong at all.
Still... mistakes happen. It's what you choose to do to address those mistakes that matters more, I think.
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[His voice cracks a little.]
Please? I'd...I'd like that.
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[She'll sit close enough that she can feel the cold bristle against what parts of her brush against his shoulder or leg. Unless he's willing to talk... she won't start a conversation. She's just here, intentionally keeping very gentle contact.]
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[He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on his knees.]
...I keep messin' things up. It's not like I mean to. I just...do. I just...hate it, honestly.
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It's hard to fight against our natures sometimes... for good or bad.
What about it do you hate so badly to speak so poorly of yourself?
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[Over, and over, and over again. So many insults.]
But I can't...I can't help it...and when I do stuff, I just...make it harder for everyone else.
[Another sigh, but this one shivers, like a leaf in the cold wind.]
Maybe I really am a scumbag.
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Still... mistakes happen. It's what you choose to do to address those mistakes that matters more, I think.
[... Very carefully:]
I... take it something happened with your team.
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[He pretends everything is okay, that he's the best of the best, and yet, he knows...he knows he isn't.]
Yeah. I mean, things could've been worse. But I did some things that...didn't help.
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Your team still survived though, didn't they? I thought I saw all four of you present.
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[They were so, so close.]
So even though we're okay, it could've been a lot worse.