[Rindo's not too worried about sense-making. Horrors tend to be hard to describe, words tumbling out before feelings can begin to make sense in your head. (…Memories of talking about changes.) If that's what it takes for Gladion to untangle the situation, he's happy to be the catalyst for it.
But as it turns out, Gladion makes complete sense, perhaps in the way only someone with some amount of perspective can when discussing these sorts of things. It's not a surprise, either. It's painfully obvious that he's thought about this… a lot. Probably too much. Who could blame him?
…
So. A volatile control freak, who lashed out when she didn't get her way. A lot of little things about Gladion are suddenly recontextualized. "My interests before were a bit limited by outside circumstances." The way he values his space and his autonomy, like something hard-earned. And yeah, the clothes. There's no way his mother would have cared for his current aesthetic. (…Aggressively pushing thoughts of Fret away. Fashion's always a fraught topic.)
It's hard to hear all this—though obviously not as hard as living it, of course. It fans an ember of furious indignation in his chest, for which he has no outlet. And there's a sharp pang of guilt at his comparatively much, much better home life. His parents never did anything like this to him. (…Sucking air in through his teeth, flinching as if he'd touched a hot stove, pushing all of that away too because now isn't the time.)
…Despite all of this, Gladion doesn't want to cut off his mother. Whether that's wise or foolish, done out of a sense of responsibility or homesickness or both—he couldn't say. And he's not about to weigh in with an outsider's opinion.]
Sounds like you went through hell.
[…That's safe enough. And it's not enough.]
…You didn't—you don't deserve to be treated like that. You and Lillie.
[Still not enough. Maybe Rindo's saying this for his own sake. Stating the plain, obvious truth, in some kind of attempt to make sense of a world where things like these are allowed to happen.
He stares at the ground in between them, his jaw set tight. Frustrated. He wants to help, but he can't fix things and anything he says feels inadequate. How does Swallow deal with him?]
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Date: 2023-08-12 07:36 pm (UTC)But as it turns out, Gladion makes complete sense, perhaps in the way only someone with some amount of perspective can when discussing these sorts of things. It's not a surprise, either. It's painfully obvious that he's thought about this… a lot. Probably too much. Who could blame him?
…
So. A volatile control freak, who lashed out when she didn't get her way. A lot of little things about Gladion are suddenly recontextualized. "My interests before were a bit limited by outside circumstances." The way he values his space and his autonomy, like something hard-earned. And yeah, the clothes. There's no way his mother would have cared for his current aesthetic. (…Aggressively pushing thoughts of Fret away. Fashion's always a fraught topic.)
It's hard to hear all this—though obviously not as hard as living it, of course. It fans an ember of furious indignation in his chest, for which he has no outlet. And there's a sharp pang of guilt at his comparatively much, much better home life. His parents never did anything like this to him. (…Sucking air in through his teeth, flinching as if he'd touched a hot stove, pushing all of that away too because now isn't the time.)
…Despite all of this, Gladion doesn't want to cut off his mother. Whether that's wise or foolish, done out of a sense of responsibility or homesickness or both—he couldn't say. And he's not about to weigh in with an outsider's opinion.]
Sounds like you went through hell.
[…That's safe enough. And it's not enough.]
…You didn't—you don't deserve to be treated like that. You and Lillie.
[Still not enough. Maybe Rindo's saying this for his own sake. Stating the plain, obvious truth, in some kind of attempt to make sense of a world where things like these are allowed to happen.
He stares at the ground in between them, his jaw set tight. Frustrated. He wants to help, but he can't fix things and anything he says feels inadequate. How does Swallow deal with him?]