[Qubit raises his voice, but Carlisle remains unflinching this time, steeled, determined to reach him.]
Perhaps. You are not the first, and I doubt you will be the last.
[He finally pulls his eyes from Qubit as he turns away, stooping to pick up the fallen chair. Once upright, Carlisle sets himself into it, his gaze on his own hands. There's a unique and terrible torment in hurting those you cared for, especially unintentionally. One may wonder just how it is Qubit could possibly harm an undead creature as powerful as a Revenant, but Carlisle knows good and well how damaging emotions can be. Not all wounds leave physical scars.
Maybe that's one reason he's quick to try and treat Qubit's — he doesn't want to see him suffer, especially from the weight of his own guilt. That, too, is a torture with which Carlisle is intimately familiar.]
But you apologized. You are clearly remorseful, more so than most have been to me. And I would rather have you here than facing yourself alone in the dead of the night.
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Perhaps. You are not the first, and I doubt you will be the last.
[He finally pulls his eyes from Qubit as he turns away, stooping to pick up the fallen chair. Once upright, Carlisle sets himself into it, his gaze on his own hands. There's a unique and terrible torment in hurting those you cared for, especially unintentionally. One may wonder just how it is Qubit could possibly harm an undead creature as powerful as a Revenant, but Carlisle knows good and well how damaging emotions can be. Not all wounds leave physical scars.
Maybe that's one reason he's quick to try and treat Qubit's — he doesn't want to see him suffer, especially from the weight of his own guilt. That, too, is a torture with which Carlisle is intimately familiar.]
But you apologized. You are clearly remorseful, more so than most have been to me. And I would rather have you here than facing yourself alone in the dead of the night.