[Carlisle's eyes remain on Qubit, studying him; though he continues to fight his own nerves, his brow tightens with equal parts concern and confusion.]
To what end? So I would not see a side of you of which I was already aware?
[And perhaps Carlisle had wanted to deny that side's existence, same as he'd wanted to deny ever being the Blight Heir, but deep down, he knew. Neither of them can fully change who they are, for better and for worse.
And yet, they are so quick to condemn themselves. Qubit might not be as vocal about it as Carlisle is, but he's seen the guilt in his friend's eyes, recognized the look of a man angrier at himself than anyone ought to be. It was a look he advised against in his church, but so often wore himself. Perhaps they are both hypocrites.]
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To what end? So I would not see a side of you of which I was already aware?
[And perhaps Carlisle had wanted to deny that side's existence, same as he'd wanted to deny ever being the Blight Heir, but deep down, he knew. Neither of them can fully change who they are, for better and for worse.
And yet, they are so quick to condemn themselves. Qubit might not be as vocal about it as Carlisle is, but he's seen the guilt in his friend's eyes, recognized the look of a man angrier at himself than anyone ought to be. It was a look he advised against in his church, but so often wore himself. Perhaps they are both hypocrites.]