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[ukan]

[Softly:] If I'm reading that situation right, yelling at you is the last thing you need.

[epistemological]

[ There's a very wet chuckle there. ] I think you're one of the few people who've ever much cared what I need.

[ukan]

That seems to be a plague for world saviors, doesn't it? Everyone takes for granted you don't need anything.

[epistemological]

I don't think it counts when you're the one who doomed it in the first place, hmm?

[ukan]

You're asking the wrong man, Jon. But if you still want my opinion: yes, it still counts to me. You went through hell to fix your mistakes.

[epistemological]

[ There's a pause for a moment before he breathes out slow, audibly. ]

It was my responsibility.

[ And a breath in and his tone is just a little wet still, but he's clearly gotten some of his spirit back. ]

So... how has your day been?

[ukan]

Better than yours has been, apparently. [Aside from fighting with Alec and not having any idea how to resolve the things that were unearthed.]

Is he the type to judge your friends for siding with you?

[epistemological]

As in Martin or the people here? Because he's always been soft on Martin, for as long as I've known him.

Those here, though... I don't have the first idea how he's going to take this place. I doubt anyone inhuman is going to be treated all that gently, though.

[ Sigh. ]

He is very good at appearances, however, much better than I am. So who knows.