Post by Amara on Feb 3, 2023 13:40:07 GMT -5
Amara wide-eyed the silently irate Saiyan, catching on to how he was probably feeling: "You can hate the situation all you like, but you'll be in it until Nero hopefully sucks the bad juju out of you. You've always been a free spirit, the one helping others - and I get that you hate feeling this weak, but... let me help you. Fake gods above know you've done more than your fair share for me back on Earth." This man was the strangest mix of reserved, stuttery mess and stubborn power-hungry lone wolf. She supposed the corruption had something to do with it. How much was fabricated from disease and how much was Dion's existing traits being magnified?
"Hey." It was a simple, miffed warning as Dion stressed his body yet again. Amara sighed, blinking slightly as her friend seemed utterly flabbergasted. "Yeah? That part never really came up. From either of you." Kind of weird knowing they had such a close connection, but she chalked it up to simply skirting around the topic by accident. Amara's meetings with Zhalla had either been business or when she was dead, so probably not the best chances to shoot the shit about family.
Though as Dion finally got the weight off his chest that'd plagued him for months, Amara simply waited patiently. By the end of it a few beats of silence passed as the halfblood crossed her arms. "Ok." She paused, as if realizing how anti-climatic that was. "I mean, is that it? Not that I'm saying 'it' to downplay how you're obviously feeling - clearly this is some heavy shit, but you seemed to be expecting something." Like what? "Bro we make mistakes. I'd be mad if you refused to learn from them. So. Are you? Learning? Even if you think you've slighted Zhalla, you don't get to determine whether or not she'll forgive you. That's her decision."
Amara moved slightly closer, sighing grumpily and ruffling the bartender's hair if unchecked. "You want atonement? Go get it. I'm not gonna pretend like I never lied or did stupid, horrible things before. The thing about cleaning, repairing, and maintaining? It's work. Hard work. Some people are OK with it, and others aren't."
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"Hey." It was a simple, miffed warning as Dion stressed his body yet again. Amara sighed, blinking slightly as her friend seemed utterly flabbergasted. "Yeah? That part never really came up. From either of you." Kind of weird knowing they had such a close connection, but she chalked it up to simply skirting around the topic by accident. Amara's meetings with Zhalla had either been business or when she was dead, so probably not the best chances to shoot the shit about family.
Though as Dion finally got the weight off his chest that'd plagued him for months, Amara simply waited patiently. By the end of it a few beats of silence passed as the halfblood crossed her arms. "Ok." She paused, as if realizing how anti-climatic that was. "I mean, is that it? Not that I'm saying 'it' to downplay how you're obviously feeling - clearly this is some heavy shit, but you seemed to be expecting something." Like what? "Bro we make mistakes. I'd be mad if you refused to learn from them. So. Are you? Learning? Even if you think you've slighted Zhalla, you don't get to determine whether or not she'll forgive you. That's her decision."
Amara moved slightly closer, sighing grumpily and ruffling the bartender's hair if unchecked. "You want atonement? Go get it. I'm not gonna pretend like I never lied or did stupid, horrible things before. The thing about cleaning, repairing, and maintaining? It's work. Hard work. Some people are OK with it, and others aren't."
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