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[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor knows he's bitterness incarnate in these darker moments, but he tries not to let it rub off on other people where he can. Before meeting his friends, he might not have cared, but at least that's one thing that seems to have changed for the better.

"You have a transparent bottle that can be picked up by ghosts?"

[ukan]

Huh. "He took away your drinking?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

He gives a moody look back at Lark, still transparent since the moment he went to hit his hand.

"I can't touch anything for an hour."

[ukan]

He rolls his eyes. "If you knew that why did you try to skewer my hand?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

"So I could end this conversation about you not lifting this goddamn curse."

[ukan]

"You want me to end it, I need to know you're going to show restraint. Like I've asked you to do multiple times before. There are ways of helping people that don't end in the infirmary."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"I have been showing restraint since I arrived on this boat." Trevor's jaw is practically cracking in half from anger.

"You want me to do what you do? Pat the violent ones on the head after they eat people or hurt animals or children and tell them to do better next time? It's wrong. This whole fucking place is wrong and I'm tired of pretending it isn't. I think I'm the easiest fucking target here to pin it on because I'm reacting to it all and you're here pretending that if you just treat violent people fine, they're not going to turn on you."

He points at Lark, heading towards the exit.

"I'm done."

[ukan]

Lark lets him go. Trevor has the right to his space, and Lark needs time to put the new pieces together into a better proposal.