[ It is with mixed surprise and shame that Arid realizes that she is not just angry, but hurt. It is an inane reaction. There is no guarantee she would have even accepted his concern if he had expressed it earlier and yet, reading his words, it occurs to her that she had nonetheless expected it. Anticipated it, even.
And when instead Martin had only acknowledged what happened weeks later, when Arid was in the throes of violent mania, that sent its own message: that her pain only mattered when it was a threat.
Not that she will express this to him. It is humiliating enough for her alone to know that she could feel hurt at a human's silence. Easier to focus on questions of practicality—of containment. ]
Is there a viable means of securing more of this potion? If not, it will not suppress his abilities indefinitely.
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[ It is with mixed surprise and shame that Arid realizes that she is not just angry, but hurt. It is an inane reaction. There is no guarantee she would have even accepted his concern if he had expressed it earlier and yet, reading his words, it occurs to her that she had nonetheless expected it. Anticipated it, even.
And when instead Martin had only acknowledged what happened weeks later, when Arid was in the throes of violent mania, that sent its own message: that her pain only mattered when it was a threat.
Not that she will express this to him. It is humiliating enough for her alone to know that she could feel hurt at a human's silence. Easier to focus on questions of practicality—of containment. ]
Is there a viable means of securing more of this potion? If not, it will not suppress his abilities indefinitely.