[Suddenly, now that he's on the other side of… saying what he meant to say, Rindo finds himself sharing Gladion's obvious frustration.
Now what? This is all well and good, but regardless of Gladion's agreement, this is still clearly bothering him—not that Rindo was expecting anything less. Frankly, he's not sure that his words have truly sunk in, but who knows how long Gladion's been feeling the way he does. He wasn't expecting to upend his entire worldview with just a short little speech. Rindo stays silent for a good while, frowning at nothing in particular as he thinks.
…There's a lot of people here who have little scruple about hurting others, or who simply don't care how their actions might affect everyone. Rindo's not been here for long, but he knows that, for instance, the weird fog in March had been caused by one of the monsters of Ryslig, and that this sort of thing is a common occurrence. Gladion's description of Lusamine, the accuracy of which he has no reason to doubt, paints her as someone who would gleefully join these troublemaking ranks. And if she does, everyone gets screwed over.
But if it's not Lusamine getting up to no good, it'll be someone else, he's sure of it. He's already given up any hope of a peaceful life—monthly horrors for the rest of time. That, he can do nothing about. Giving a friend some support, though… maybe he can manage that. This is really what all this has been about from the start, for him.
…And so, it begs one question:
What had she done to Gladion?
At last, Rindo speaks up, quietly, his tone halfway between gentle and hesitant. Looking back at Gladion again—it's easier when their eyes don't meet.]
How did she treat you, back home?
[And, as if to dull the edge of that too-personal query:]
You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I just… it sounds like she wasn't a great mom.
[He cringes slightly at his own wording there. Yeah, no shit. Perhaps in an attempt to distract Gladion from the blunder, he continues.]
It might help to talk about it. I… I know talking to Shoka about stuff helped me, back in our world, even if she didn't always have a solution to give.
[Frankly, it's insulting to even begin to compare the scale of his problems back home to that of Gladion's, but surely it's not complete garbage advice, generally speaking? He can only hope to match Swallow's level of comfort-giving. He knows he's not as good at it as she is.]
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Date: 2023-08-12 02:02 pm (UTC)Now what? This is all well and good, but regardless of Gladion's agreement, this is still clearly bothering him—not that Rindo was expecting anything less. Frankly, he's not sure that his words have truly sunk in, but who knows how long Gladion's been feeling the way he does. He wasn't expecting to upend his entire worldview with just a short little speech. Rindo stays silent for a good while, frowning at nothing in particular as he thinks.
…There's a lot of people here who have little scruple about hurting others, or who simply don't care how their actions might affect everyone. Rindo's not been here for long, but he knows that, for instance, the weird fog in March had been caused by one of the monsters of Ryslig, and that this sort of thing is a common occurrence. Gladion's description of Lusamine, the accuracy of which he has no reason to doubt, paints her as someone who would gleefully join these troublemaking ranks. And if she does, everyone gets screwed over.
But if it's not Lusamine getting up to no good, it'll be someone else, he's sure of it. He's already given up any hope of a peaceful life—monthly horrors for the rest of time. That, he can do nothing about. Giving a friend some support, though… maybe he can manage that. This is really what all this has been about from the start, for him.
…And so, it begs one question:
What had she done to Gladion?
At last, Rindo speaks up, quietly, his tone halfway between gentle and hesitant. Looking back at Gladion again—it's easier when their eyes don't meet.]
How did she treat you, back home?
[And, as if to dull the edge of that too-personal query:]
You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I just… it sounds like she wasn't a great mom.
[He cringes slightly at his own wording there. Yeah, no shit. Perhaps in an attempt to distract Gladion from the blunder, he continues.]
It might help to talk about it. I… I know talking to Shoka about stuff helped me, back in our world, even if she didn't always have a solution to give.
[Frankly, it's insulting to even begin to compare the scale of his problems back home to that of Gladion's, but surely it's not complete garbage advice, generally speaking? He can only hope to match Swallow's level of comfort-giving. He knows he's not as good at it as she is.]