Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 12:40:51 GMT
She was leaking now, he ignored the mess not that he didn't see it. Things had been floating after all just before it all dropped. Yet the only thing that was important was fixing this. It was all starting to take shape, his understanding of the situation was getting clearer. She blamed herself for past regrets, mistakes that caused her emotional pain and he, though not intentionally, had brought it up. Past mistakes had caused her to doubt herself and her ability to aid him and perhaps even confidence in herself.
Kneeling in front of her, Seven carefully and gently place his fingers under her chin, cupping it lightly as if scared he would break her and lifted her face up to look at him. With her hair across her face, it made eye contact difficult so with his other hand he, with just as delicate care, brushed it out the way until he was able to make eye contact with her properly. His eyes were red and cheeks wet with tears but he seemed to be regaining his composure as his mind settled into a pattern he was familiar with. She was demoralised in his mind, and that was something he understood how to correct.
"You are wrong. Mistakes make us grow, how we learn. Some hurt it seems but hurt stops us repeating actions." Seven kept his tone soft but strong, this was leadership of a unit to him, plain and simple. reaffirm them and shift back to how they should be. "I have learned more with you than I have in the whole time I have been free. You have been kind, understanding and more. I am sorry I hurt you but even in that you have given me something new. I make my own choices, some will be wrong and some will be right. Just like you have done as you learned. I can't think of anyone who could possibly be better suited to help me than you. Flaws are natural, doesn't stop you from being perfect."
He didn't have to speak very loud considering the short distance between them, but he was becoming far more sure and confident in what he wanted. Losing the chance for her to teach him was not something he was going to accept. She was perfect as a teacher, a fellow mimic and someone who had to learn to fit in the hard way. Someone who was understanding enough to want to help without judgement.
Part of him wanted to find the people who had helped make her feel like this, in his mind two people created a situation so the blame couldn't completely rest on her, and he wanted to hurt them. Make them hurt like she clearly did. The other part just wanted to fix this, make it better again. Put it back to them eating and enjoying the company. What would Megan do? What could he do in twenty two minutes to make it all good again? If only he had watched that before opening his mouth to ask about the shirt owner.
Kneeling in front of her, Seven carefully and gently place his fingers under her chin, cupping it lightly as if scared he would break her and lifted her face up to look at him. With her hair across her face, it made eye contact difficult so with his other hand he, with just as delicate care, brushed it out the way until he was able to make eye contact with her properly. His eyes were red and cheeks wet with tears but he seemed to be regaining his composure as his mind settled into a pattern he was familiar with. She was demoralised in his mind, and that was something he understood how to correct.
"You are wrong. Mistakes make us grow, how we learn. Some hurt it seems but hurt stops us repeating actions." Seven kept his tone soft but strong, this was leadership of a unit to him, plain and simple. reaffirm them and shift back to how they should be. "I have learned more with you than I have in the whole time I have been free. You have been kind, understanding and more. I am sorry I hurt you but even in that you have given me something new. I make my own choices, some will be wrong and some will be right. Just like you have done as you learned. I can't think of anyone who could possibly be better suited to help me than you. Flaws are natural, doesn't stop you from being perfect."
He didn't have to speak very loud considering the short distance between them, but he was becoming far more sure and confident in what he wanted. Losing the chance for her to teach him was not something he was going to accept. She was perfect as a teacher, a fellow mimic and someone who had to learn to fit in the hard way. Someone who was understanding enough to want to help without judgement.
Part of him wanted to find the people who had helped make her feel like this, in his mind two people created a situation so the blame couldn't completely rest on her, and he wanted to hurt them. Make them hurt like she clearly did. The other part just wanted to fix this, make it better again. Put it back to them eating and enjoying the company. What would Megan do? What could he do in twenty two minutes to make it all good again? If only he had watched that before opening his mouth to ask about the shirt owner.