[She's trying to understand, but really, multiple incarnations with jumbled memories isn't something she'll ever be able to get on a personal level. She's human, after all, and so she peers at him, studying his face, still listening carefully.]
But what about now? Are you still always angry? Has it gotten better?
[ sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be that mortal, without the mishmash of existential trauma and circular concept of memory. he's a story projected on reality, very much himself, but very much something else. ]
Well, it's not overwhelming.
[ just a slow fire, smoldering rather than consuming. ]
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But what about now? Are you still always angry? Has it gotten better?
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Well, it's not overwhelming.
[ just a slow fire, smoldering rather than consuming. ]
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[She squeezes his arm gently, quiet and thoughtful.]
What are you usually angry about?
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There's too much, Kate Bishop, some that I can't place, but I know it to be there. There are old wounds ...
[ ones that it seems that he can't escape, no matter how he tries. ]
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Hey, you can always talk to me if it helps, you know? Even if you want to be vague. Sometimes venting is nice.
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[ friend or not, because he doesn't really know how to be a good friend. ]
I'm too good a talker.
[ and he knows how frustrating that he can turn a situation. ]