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[relinquishing]

"Sit back, relax, prop your feet up if you need to. Let me get you something to drink, and we'll talk!"

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[relinquishing]

I'm not trying to make you believe anything. I'm just telling you what you came to hear, remember? You're allowed to think whatever you want about it - it won't change my answers.

[Believe him, doubt him, see him as a murderer or something else entirely... really, Xion, you're wrong. He doesn't care. Because right now, he doesn't want to care. He wants to do everything but care about what people think of him. It's not his business to change that.]

[fourteen]

... did you know Luke has been trying to contact you?

[relinquishing]

[...

He hesitates, his voice lowering in volume.]

Doesn't surprise me. He needs to focus on recovering. Not on talking to me.

[fourteen]

[ There. Finally. A chink in the armor. ]

I think he thinks I don't notice. But practically every time I look up his journal's moved. He's been trying to contact you for days, Guy. [ There's no malice, no point. Her voice is gentle. ]

[relinquishing]

Well he needs to just cut it out.

[Is that bitterness? It's kind of hard to place. But his tone is sharp around the edges, regardless.]

[fourteen]

... he's not going to.

[ She approaches, again, but no closer than the first time, staying outside of what seems to be his too-close-for-comfort zone. ]

... you should know that even better than I do.

[relinquishing]

[Guy doesn't respond. His eyes narrow and cloud over, his gaze never leaving the far wall, lips pressing into a thin line and fighting back a grimace.

Yes. He knew Luke wouldn't give up. Not until Guy responded. Even if Luke had to drag himself out of his bed to talk to Guy, he wouldn't hesitate if it was his last resort.

Tch... the stubborn idiot.]

[fourteen]

... I know you care, Guy. You can pretend to me all you want that you don't, but ... even if I don't know you, I know Luke. And he wouldn't love you as much as he does if you weren't worth it.

[ She finally turns away, intending to leave. Though she pauses, at the door. ]

Hey, Guy?

[relinquishing]

[He has to force back another hollow chuckle. Heh. Worth it, huh?

He wasn't sure that was something he'd ever be likely to believe. Whether that was the reason Luke kept clinging, or whether it was just his blind, idealistic trust in a person he had known all his life.

But if that's what Xion wanted to think, then he supposed he couldn't stop her.

He lifts his head, just a little - not enough to make eye contact, but just to acknowledge that he was listening.]

Hmm...?

[fourteen]

... what should I tell him you said?

[ Her gaze is clear. Not a challenge, but not a question, either. A statement of intent. ]

[relinquishing]

[And there's that empty laugh. Trying so hard to be chipper. He can't help it.]

Hah, that's not something for me to decide! Tell him whatever you want. I can't stop you.

[fourteen]

... so I should tell him you were too much of a coward to even come up with anything of your own?

[ Her mouth twists. ]

[relinquishing]

Or you could just tell him exactly what I said.

[Finally turning back to look at her, a half-smirk on his face.] It really isn't that hard.

[fourteen]

[ For some reason that sets off her temper completely. If she had something to throw at his head, injuries be damned, it would already be on its way. As it is, fury is writ large and clear on her face, her hands balled up into fists as she glares him down. As it is, fire and electricity spark and curl around her arms, though she keeps it under control. ]

You -- what's wrong with you? How can you keep treating this like a joke? Luke hasn't said two words since he woke up and you just sit there with a smile on your face! Why?!

keywords because I'm a bitch

[relinquishing]

[The smirk doesn't vanish. In fact, he doesn't seem to react at all. His expression just... pains. At the mention of Luke. Just slightly; in how his gaze drifts over with an unreadable emotion, how his smile tightens at the edges.]

If I wanted to treat this like a joke, then we wouldn't be talking about it at all.

I've given you answers. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not. Paint me in whatever way you please, whether it's for Luke's sake or your own - there's nothing I've said that Luke hasn't already heard.

goddamn

[fourteen]

[ ... though the adjustments to his expression are so minor she can only barely sense them, something innate in her sees a difference clear as day, and it sends chills racing down her spine.

His words, too, sink in, and the power vanishes from her hands, which uncurl from their fists. ]

... so he's heard that ... you have nothing to say? That you'd want me to make something up?

The ... only thing you want your best friend to know is that you don't care what he knows?

[relinquishing]

The only thing I need my best friend to do is get himself better.

[The verbal snap was sudden, the smile wiped from his face for a violent moment. There's a long pause, and he's back onto neutral territory, his voice low.]

I said you could tell him whatever you want. If that means making something up... well, I'm not too fond of people putting words into my mouth like that. I wouldn't really expect you to stoop that low, either. But if you think that's best, then that's your decision.

[Because what she was relaying was the harsh truth of the matter, as long as she didn't decide to warp it. All the things he wants Luke to know - all the things he's been bottling up to tell him - are things that don't need an in-between.

He'll let Luke knows exactly what he thinks is important with his own lips. Not hers.

But he's not about to tell her that.]

[fourteen]

[ Frankly, she finds it a relief when he lashes out. A second chink in his armor that reminds her he's human.

She breathes out, shaky and slow, watching him. At this point, she doesn't trust him, and is maybe, deep down, a little frightened of whatever it is he's capable of. He's clearly not the person she believed he was. She wonders, even, if he's the person Luke seems to believe he is, though she'll never, ever raise that question to him unless he gives her very good cause. ]

You're strange. [ The words, faint, barely above a whisper, leave her before she can stop them, and she has to shake her head. ] I'm not going to invent anything. I just don't know what to say. I guess ... I'll figure it out.

[ She hovers for a moment, clearly desperate to leave at this point but unsure if she should. Finally, her mouth tightens into a thin, white line, and she does something maybe stupid and pointless:

She casts a Curaga on him. Maybe it will help.

And then she's gone. ]