Your time's not worth much if you're fine throwing support into nothing. You might as well just be praying for this to just fix itself. Wishing to gods might have more of an effect than wishing me well.
[He gives a sigh, too lethargic to argue yet being worn out by the argument that rises up in his mind against such a waste. Slumped back in the chair, he looks at the ceiling, seeming to have abandoned the conversation completely for a stretch of passing seconds before glancing to the screen again.
It's frustrating, the fact that his mind is still working up an argument against such a waste of her time and sentiment when he doesn't, shouldn't care. Still exhausted, he smirks despite himself without a word.
[Well, she got half a smile out of him. If only for a moment, it makes him appear relaxed to her. She allows herself a small smile in response, because she feels that she did do something worthy of being called a friend.] I do not know
Thanks. [He pauses, wondering if that sounds too dismissive, too much like a ritual. Awkwardly, with the same tone, he tries again, attempting and likely failing to sound more genuine.] ... Really, thanks.
[Oh...well. She's been giving many thanks to others on this community for various things. Wordhops. Conversations. Gifts. Conversely, there has not been many who have thanked her in return. She supposes that she has not been very helpful, or maybe this hope of supporting others is nothing but a delusion...But his own thanks, although awkward, is honest.]
The shadows under your
eyes...
[she traces the screen where they appear to her, as if wiping dirt off a child]
This..? [He pushes at his own cheek lightly, as if aware of his looks for the first time. His hand slides down, across the familiar feel of stubble, supposing he should probably wash up, shave, and put a little more effort into his appearances if he wants to come off as competent and capable, but... it isn't as if the villagers have anyone else they can turn to. If they're going to depend on any medic, it has to be him.]
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when others can give support.
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one of those
people.no subject
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because there you are,
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Similarly, I give mine
regardless
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as I see meaningful,
for I do not think thateven if I offered it.
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that you may as well
pray to gods?job.
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It's frustrating, the fact that his mind is still working up an argument against such a waste of her time and sentiment when he doesn't, shouldn't care. Still exhausted, he smirks despite himself without a word.
She is genuinely an unexpectedly good girl.]
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or yours.
you must let meTherefore,
if I may be used
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eyes...
[she traces the screen where they appear to her, as if wiping dirt off a child]see you well,
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...It's proof of working.
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You are no longer working,
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