[Anila frowns, but this time in sympathy with the turtle. She wanted to ask if there was a way to reverse it, but she already knew the answer and she wasn't so cruel as to make him speak it.
And how far would they go? What happened when they went too far? Would they keep going until they consumed him whole?
There was a surge of anger and her own hands curl in her lap. She's glad, for a moment, that he doesn't have the same kind of empathy that she does.
It's just not fair.
And now his emotions are dulling again. Donnie was good at that, she found, pushing everything in to a condensed little ball he can ignore and smothering it in apathy. It's probably not healthy but... she gets it. It's so hard to feel so much all the time. You need a break sometimes. At least she got him to open up a little bit, for a while. Hopefully that relieved a little bit of the pressure.
She doesn't really know what to say. What did you say? 'Sorry you lost your arms to some strange alien god tool, hope it doesn't happen again.' But it would happen again. It just kept happening, that was what was what was so frustrating.
The empathy was draining. It was never this bad before, in her own universe. Was it the alternate space? Or was it her? She often had trouble with meditation but it might come in good aid here.]
Dumb sacrifices.
[When she finally speaks, it's on a huff and probably the most immature she's sounded this whole conversation. She doesn't want to tell him he shouldn't have done it, that's not for her to say and he would have, regardless. But she can lament. She can be frustrated on his behalf.]
Is there like... a goal? Solus, right? Gave you options for the Ritual, didn't she? Is there something she wants from you?
[Maybe if there was some sort of... end goal, they could have something to work towards, prep for, anything.]
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[Anila frowns, but this time in sympathy with the turtle. She wanted to ask if there was a way to reverse it, but she already knew the answer and she wasn't so cruel as to make him speak it.
And how far would they go? What happened when they went too far? Would they keep going until they consumed him whole?
There was a surge of anger and her own hands curl in her lap. She's glad, for a moment, that he doesn't have the same kind of empathy that she does.
It's just not fair.
And now his emotions are dulling again. Donnie was good at that, she found, pushing everything in to a condensed little ball he can ignore and smothering it in apathy. It's probably not healthy but... she gets it. It's so hard to feel so much all the time. You need a break sometimes. At least she got him to open up a little bit, for a while. Hopefully that relieved a little bit of the pressure.
She doesn't really know what to say. What did you say? 'Sorry you lost your arms to some strange alien god tool, hope it doesn't happen again.' But it would happen again. It just kept happening, that was what was what was so frustrating.
The empathy was draining. It was never this bad before, in her own universe. Was it the alternate space? Or was it her? She often had trouble with meditation but it might come in good aid here.]
Dumb sacrifices.
[When she finally speaks, it's on a huff and probably the most immature she's sounded this whole conversation. She doesn't want to tell him he shouldn't have done it, that's not for her to say and he would have, regardless. But she can lament. She can be frustrated on his behalf.]
Is there like... a goal? Solus, right? Gave you options for the Ritual, didn't she? Is there something she wants from you?
[Maybe if there was some sort of... end goal, they could have something to work towards, prep for, anything.]