[Her concern just punched through the atmosphere.]
Not in the way your culture would accept. But he fought, and pillaged, and ruled when the whim took him. And... and in all the thousands and thousands of years he has existed, there has only ever been one individual that he ever truly loved, saw as a friend, viewed as an equal. Just one, and everyone since has just been some form of... of amusement, on one level of another.
[She leans in and wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. There's a protective cast to it, like she can feel the cracks just beneath the surface and is trying to keep them from coming apart through sheer force of will alone. He's so hurt, and it stokes a deep ember of the rage she had felt upon first gaining the memories of her other-world Body. She squeezes him, like one of them might fly away if she lets go.]
Whatever he did to you, whatever he said, don't take his warped, self-indulgent ego as fact. No matter what he thinks, reality doesn't hinge on his point of view; you aren't trash. Whatever he might think or say, you aren't. Historically, people will care about you more, know far more about you than some dusty old legend of Babylon. He's a brat and unfair, automatically, not you. You're... you're my friend, aren't you? So, please don't say such terrible things like you mean them. Because—
[She pulls back just enough to look him in the eye, still not letting him go.]
Because I do care about you, and I get mad when anyone insults the people precious to me. I want to know you more. I want to cherish you more. I don't... I don't want you near someone who can hurt you like this.
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Not in the way your culture would accept. But he fought, and pillaged, and ruled when the whim took him. And... and in all the thousands and thousands of years he has existed, there has only ever been one individual that he ever truly loved, saw as a friend, viewed as an equal. Just one, and everyone since has just been some form of... of amusement, on one level of another.
[She leans in and wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. There's a protective cast to it, like she can feel the cracks just beneath the surface and is trying to keep them from coming apart through sheer force of will alone. He's so hurt, and it stokes a deep ember of the rage she had felt upon first gaining the memories of her other-world Body. She squeezes him, like one of them might fly away if she lets go.]
Whatever he did to you, whatever he said, don't take his warped, self-indulgent ego as fact. No matter what he thinks, reality doesn't hinge on his point of view; you aren't trash. Whatever he might think or say, you aren't. Historically, people will care about you more, know far more about you than some dusty old legend of Babylon. He's a brat and unfair, automatically, not you. You're... you're my friend, aren't you? So, please don't say such terrible things like you mean them. Because—
[She pulls back just enough to look him in the eye, still not letting him go.]
Because I do care about you, and I get mad when anyone insults the people precious to me. I want to know you more. I want to cherish you more. I don't... I don't want you near someone who can hurt you like this.