[ There's a real sharpness there. A hardness in his eyes. He's still slightly hunched forward, his fingers loosely laced together, and if he could sense where that caution comes from maybe he wouldn't react that way, but right now it feels a terrible lot like pity, and he hates that just as much as Byerly seems to. ]
I know what I give you. [ Step one, don't give away what you're not ready to lose. ] Go on, and don't waste my time.
[ Because ah, Byerly's right here, too. Masochism. That might be a little of what this is about. Ability, he's always lacked the ability, he was never fucking good enough and in the same way some people want others to tell them about how they were always good enough all along, Wash rather wants the opposite, sometimes. ]
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[ There's a real sharpness there. A hardness in his eyes. He's still slightly hunched forward, his fingers loosely laced together, and if he could sense where that caution comes from maybe he wouldn't react that way, but right now it feels a terrible lot like pity, and he hates that just as much as Byerly seems to. ]
I know what I give you. [ Step one, don't give away what you're not ready to lose. ] Go on, and don't waste my time.
[ Because ah, Byerly's right here, too. Masochism. That might be a little of what this is about. Ability, he's always lacked the ability, he was never fucking good enough and in the same way some people want others to tell them about how they were always good enough all along, Wash rather wants the opposite, sometimes. ]