[For all he has tried to approach unfamiliar people and ideas with an open mind, he can’t pretend he begins to understand what it’s like to be charged with the vehement emotion not only to hurt but to kill, to kill and to come to terms with it. And he hopes he's never so changed by pain that he will.
They are of very different worlds not only in the physical sense; he sees this now. There are reasons why they are who they are and Firo’s firm conviction is a wall he can’t burst through or reason his way around.
If they can’t agree, he’d like them to come to a point where they can at least respect each others’ perspectives regardless. But for the moment it feels like wishful thinking on both sides and he can’t afford to burn much more energy on hope or on struggling to absorb what’s been said between them while his head's throbbing viciously.]
You jus’… [He sighs roughly, feeling more than a little queasy as he rubs at his forehead a moment before letting his hand drop heavily to his side.] …do what you gotta do… and I’ll do what I gotta do. Okay? [A beat.] Now y'gonna let me go, or what?
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They are of very different worlds not only in the physical sense; he sees this now. There are reasons why they are who they are and Firo’s firm conviction is a wall he can’t burst through or reason his way around.
If they can’t agree, he’d like them to come to a point where they can at least respect each others’ perspectives regardless. But for the moment it feels like wishful thinking on both sides and he can’t afford to burn much more energy on hope or on struggling to absorb what’s been said between them while his head's throbbing viciously.]
You jus’… [He sighs roughly, feeling more than a little queasy as he rubs at his forehead a moment before letting his hand drop heavily to his side.] …do what you gotta do… and I’ll do what I gotta do. Okay? [A beat.] Now y'gonna let me go, or what?