He is a weapon, he says. It's everything that he is. She can't deny that's a problem for the both of them. But telling him that he can't go outside, can't interact with the town--or worse that he has to live somewhere where no one can find him... It feels suffocating. It feels cruel--though she's not sure if it's worse for him or for her. He might think that's a better solution, but at the end of the day, she doesn't want him to leave.
She puts her head down into her hand, her fingers rubbing against her temples. Her other hand rests against her hip. Is that selfish of her? Maybe. But she doesn't want to send away the only connection to her home world.
"If you lash out at someone, I'm going to have to stop you." Her tone almost matches his in helplessness. How, she's not sure, but she can see exactly how that situation would play out in her mind. If he attacked another villager, even if they were the one to provoke him first, she would have to be there. She wouldn't be able to stand by and let a fight like that take place.
"There has to be something we can agree to. Some kind of compromise that doesn't involve you disappearing to some distant edge of the village." She lowers her hand, looking up at him again, her brows knitted together. Her voice is quieter, when she adds: "I don't want to fight with you."
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Date: 2018-05-02 08:55 pm (UTC)She puts her head down into her hand, her fingers rubbing against her temples. Her other hand rests against her hip. Is that selfish of her? Maybe. But she doesn't want to send away the only connection to her home world.
"If you lash out at someone, I'm going to have to stop you." Her tone almost matches his in helplessness. How, she's not sure, but she can see exactly how that situation would play out in her mind. If he attacked another villager, even if they were the one to provoke him first, she would have to be there. She wouldn't be able to stand by and let a fight like that take place.
"There has to be something we can agree to. Some kind of compromise that doesn't involve you disappearing to some distant edge of the village." She lowers her hand, looking up at him again, her brows knitted together. Her voice is quieter, when she adds: "I don't want to fight with you."