07-23-2017, 06:42 PM
"I'd never purposefully try to hurt either of you." Not sentimental. Frank and a little bit dismissive. The emphasis seemed to linger on the 'purposefully though because-
"But that doesn't stop you and I from contacting strange otherworldly beings that could snuff us out of existence in the blink of an eye because we got curious about the Spirit world-" He says the last two words with a flip of his hands in the air and a wishy washy sort of 'whatever the fuck that means' embedded.
"It doesn't stop the Doc's past coming back and melting his wrists together while you and I run around screaming murder or curling up into a defensive ball." Ned flicks a glance at the good Doctor.
"It doesn't stop Luke showing up, except when we make the active choice to do so." He tucks his lips between his teeth, hand moving to scrub at the back of his neck. Some memories were hard. Awkward. Weird.
"...And he's nothing like Luke. He's potentially worse. Just like you with your Blood child god thing or the Doc with his explosions and unknown past or me and my big mouth. We don't just do things, things happen to us. All of us and it fucks us up as much as we fuck up. We're fuck ups. We fuck. Up."
He jabs a finger in Will's direction without looking at him.
"So's he. He belongs here and so long as he's here, he gets the same immunity and help sorting out his fuck-ups as each of us do. Same right or wrongs. Same bad metaphors. Same intoxicating avoidance." A pause. His jaw skirts to the side again, unsure it all came together the way he intended. He's staring between his Cabalmates, trying to gauge reactions. Obviously, Ned's hit his limit of things to offer to this conversation.
"But that doesn't stop you and I from contacting strange otherworldly beings that could snuff us out of existence in the blink of an eye because we got curious about the Spirit world-" He says the last two words with a flip of his hands in the air and a wishy washy sort of 'whatever the fuck that means' embedded.
"It doesn't stop the Doc's past coming back and melting his wrists together while you and I run around screaming murder or curling up into a defensive ball." Ned flicks a glance at the good Doctor.
"It doesn't stop Luke showing up, except when we make the active choice to do so." He tucks his lips between his teeth, hand moving to scrub at the back of his neck. Some memories were hard. Awkward. Weird.
"...And he's nothing like Luke. He's potentially worse. Just like you with your Blood child god thing or the Doc with his explosions and unknown past or me and my big mouth. We don't just do things, things happen to us. All of us and it fucks us up as much as we fuck up. We're fuck ups. We fuck. Up."
He jabs a finger in Will's direction without looking at him.
"So's he. He belongs here and so long as he's here, he gets the same immunity and help sorting out his fuck-ups as each of us do. Same right or wrongs. Same bad metaphors. Same intoxicating avoidance." A pause. His jaw skirts to the side again, unsure it all came together the way he intended. He's staring between his Cabalmates, trying to gauge reactions. Obviously, Ned's hit his limit of things to offer to this conversation.