[ the illusions are so much more different than the ones she'd invoke during their dances. in these, there is no warmth, no comfort. just something cold and hard, like the truth, and by the end marco finds himself seeking the security of that hug he keeps wanting to offer hamel — not just for her. but for himself too.
he knows all too well the crushing weight of failure in realizing you didn't actually spare anyone any of the pain and suffering you worked so far to protect them from. ]
...How could you have known?
[ he forces himself to stay seated, to not approach her until she wants it — until she deems herself deserving of the physical comfort he so desperately wants to offer her. maybe, even now, with just his voice, is he presuming too much. offering what she does not think she should accept.
(funny, how helpless one feels to be on the other side.) ]
You only did what you thought would help. You couldn't have known what went on beyond your prison.
[ too, too well does he understand. perhaps that is why he doesn't push the issue. who is he to convince her otherwise, when he himself cannot allow for his own conscious to move on?
in the end, all marco can do is lace his fingers together in the space between his knees. she isn't seeking his comfort, because of course she isn't. and he, unfortunately, isn't so bold as to give it to her without permission.
so they remain where they are, an impasse of guilt and restraint. ]
...But, if you'll allow it, I'd like to offer you something to consider.
[ he stands. though she will not meet his eyes, he keeps his trained on hers. ready to catch her own, should she ever wish to look. ]
You have your reasons for insisting you don't deserve something as precious as friendship. I have mine too. Though neither of us can convince the other to think otherwise... perhaps, in this case, our two negatives can cancel each other out.
[ perhaps he is bolder than he ought to be right now. but it feels more wrong not to offer anything. after all, she can always refuse. ]
Let's be friends, Miss Hamel. At the very least, let us try.
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he knows all too well the crushing weight of failure in realizing you didn't actually spare anyone any of the pain and suffering you worked so far to protect them from. ]
...How could you have known?
[ he forces himself to stay seated, to not approach her until she wants it — until she deems herself deserving of the physical comfort he so desperately wants to offer her. maybe, even now, with just his voice, is he presuming too much. offering what she does not think she should accept.
(funny, how helpless one feels to be on the other side.) ]
You only did what you thought would help. You couldn't have known what went on beyond your prison.
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... And in the end, I wasn't able to keep my promise to my most loyal audience either, to not leave them behind. To dance for them, eternally.
[ Hamel's gaze lowers, to the ground. She makes no move to step forward or back. ]
To me, that's a sin I'll have to carry with me forever.
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[ too, too well does he understand. perhaps that is why he doesn't push the issue. who is he to convince her otherwise, when he himself cannot allow for his own conscious to move on?
in the end, all marco can do is lace his fingers together in the space between his knees. she isn't seeking his comfort, because of course she isn't. and he, unfortunately, isn't so bold as to give it to her without permission.
so they remain where they are, an impasse of guilt and restraint. ]
...But, if you'll allow it, I'd like to offer you something to consider.
[ he stands. though she will not meet his eyes, he keeps his trained on hers. ready to catch her own, should she ever wish to look. ]
You have your reasons for insisting you don't deserve something as precious as friendship. I have mine too. Though neither of us can convince the other to think otherwise... perhaps, in this case, our two negatives can cancel each other out.
[ perhaps he is bolder than he ought to be right now. but it feels more wrong not to offer anything. after all, she can always refuse. ]
Let's be friends, Miss Hamel. At the very least, let us try.