[Lance arrives pretty much when he said he would, dressed casually; he'd already bothered to find the sweater so he kept it, and grabbed jeans and sneakers to go with it along with trying to tame his hair, which is starting to get out of control. There wasn't much he could do about looking like he hasn't slept much, but surely that's understandable in this place.
When Rosen opens the door Lance gives a small smile, stepping into the apartment.]
[Rosen follows but its clear he's not used to being the one who is being led. He comes around to one of the chairs and stands next to it, eyeing it as if he's forgotten its function.]
Its probably obvious that I'm not exactly experienced with this
[He understood his position when it was himself bandaging up Lance, or when it was Lance asking him for advice. But being the one who needs help, being the one whose asked for help, is like being thrown into cold murky water and he can't see where he's swimming]
[He's keeping up the joking to try to help Rosen stay at ease, but also to make it clear this isn't something formal to be nervous about. Unless he'd like it to be otherwise, right now this is just talking between friends who both happen to have a little more experience in the art of talking about problems than most people do.]
[Lee manages a small laugh at that and his shoulders ease back a little so its looks less like he has a coat hanger in his shirt. He even relaxes enough to pour tea into both the mugs, pushing one towards lance before pulling the other towards himself]
I should be upset about what Sato did. About Shadow.
[A sigh as he leans back fully into the chair, internally reminding himself that this is Lance. This isn't an interrogation, and this isn't the prison psychiatrist trying to convince him he's insane again.
Its Lance.]
Right now all I can think is I don't care what happens to Sato. If Maketh, or anyone, killed him right now I probably wouldn't feel much of anything about it.
[Lance is glad to see him relax a little, taking the tea when offered but not trying to drink it just yet until it cools a bit. Instead he waits, quiet, while Rosen talks, and nods a little once he finishes.]
That's a pretty normal reaction. Do you know Sato or Shadow very well?
[If so then it might be less normal, depending, but feeling ambivalent about an incident that doesn't directly involve oneself isn't unusual even if--and sometimes especially if--it's something shocking.]
I don't know Sato at all. Shadow I know somewhat. He's not bad. We talked about music. [Lee sneaks a small blow of air to try and cool his tea] I have to admit I thought I had been drugged when I first saw a talking hedgehog. Somehow it was stranger to me than the talking skeleton. But thats what this place does to you.
[His gaze lifts from the gently waving surface of his tea to Lance]
I hate killing, Lance. I hate it. Or I did. Bill, one of my Alphas, he pushed and pushed for me to carry a firearm. But I hated the things. I hated the idea of killing to the point of feeling ill over the thought of it
[Lance glances off to the side, rising his eyebrows and giving a few nods in a clear 'yeah, I've got that' in regards to getting used to the idea of talking skeletons and--apparently--hedgehogs. Compared to everything else, that sort of thing is just suddenly nowhere near as strange as it should be.
He returns his own gaze to make eye contact as Rosen continues, reading between the lines of what he's saying easily enough.]
And now you feel nothing about it? Both personally and in regards to other people?
[The question makes Rosen go quiet. Its telling that he even has to stop and think about it.]
My brain still says 'logically we hate killing', but the heart and the gut have gone quiet. I'm not about to raise a weapon myself but I don't really feel inclined to stop anyone else from doing it.
[He chuckles half-heartedly then]
Watching you, running around worrying about what Maketh is going to do or what someone else is going to do, makes it really obvious to me how much I've changed. The Rosen who outed the federal government would have been right there with you. This Rosen is tired.
[Lee attempts a sip, making a small grimace when it proves to be too hot]
[Lance nods, still watching him intently, although he gives a small wince of sympathy when Rosen burns himself on the tea. He's quiet another several seconds as he thinks over what to say, idly running his fingernails over the ceramic of his mug.]
Well, like I said and I'm sure you know, emotional deadening and numbness is a common reaction to extreme--and especially repeated--stress. So if I had to make a guess, that's likely the underlying cause and not that you've suddenly changed as a person to that extent.
[He wants it to be clear, because he's concerned Rosen might be taking this change as a sign of something being wrong with him morally instead of mentally or emotionally.]
[Rosen drums his fingertips on the table as he mulls that over. What Lance is saying is nothing new. Its what he's said to many patients in the past. But there's something that's snagging when he tries to swallow it. Some reason why it won't go down his throat]
Danielle says that I'm not capable of caring about people outside of myself. That I'm an, um, an automaton so to speak.
[Lance gives him time to think it over, taking the moment to ponder his tea and try to decide if he's brave enough to take a sip yet.
He's not expecting the comment about Danielle, and it immediately throws him off a bit for a few reasons; he certainly doesn't think of Rosen as being incapable of caring for other people, and it's quite an accusation for his daughter to have made. Of course, sometimes people aren't what they appear, but then again children can say pretty terrible things to their parents for all sorts of reasons.
The last is the most likely, and so--]
People can say hurtful things without truly meaning them, especially to family. Was she angry with you, or was there a particular reason for her accusation?
[Rosen stares intently at the surface of the table. If its shame, or guilt, or pain, or some combination of all three he can't be certain, but he doesn't dare look at Lance directly. And bit by bit he seems to crumple under the weight of it. Shoulders sloping, jaw going slack, and hands going still.]
[Its an awkward start to an increasingly more and more uncomfortable explanation, and its clear Rosen is trying to feel out how to even talk about this in the first place. He's never laid it out. Never put it into a narrative for anyone.]
It....it was me. At first it was fine. It was good. I was just out of medical school, I got hired on to a clinic right away. We moved into the city. But there started being problems. Danielle would go through extremes of emotions and none of the doctors could figure out why. I-I don't want to go through all this but um, it was the early stages of her ability. She's an emphatic contagion, she shares emotions, she can take them and give them but as a child she couldn't control it. How could she? She had no idea what was happening
[He stops to take a drag of breath]
It was the first Alpha ability I had ever encountered. Her mother and I, we're just average. We don't have any enhanced abilities. So i threw myself into the research. Trying to figure it out. At first I knew exactly what I was doing. What it was for. I wanted to help Dani. But it was like a drug. Once I started down that rabbit hole I couldn't, or maybe I just wouldn't, look up. I began to live in my work. Never home. And once the government got wind of my research and they wanted me as head of their research team I was definitely not in the picture.
[He couldn't see it at the time. He had kept his head down and filled with data and statistics. It formed a static that blocked out everything else]
Things at home began to unravel. The stress of having an Alpha as a child on top of the strain between myself and my wife. At some point everything just broke. The divorce was...efficient....but bitter. And then only a few years later Danielle ran way from home. To god knows where. I only found her again about a year ago. I've been absent for half her li-
[He raises a hand to cover his mouth as his voice breaks off, silent tears gathering heavy in his lashes before pooling over and dribbling down his cheeks]
[As Rosen speaks and the story starts to become clear, Lance lets out a slow, silent breath of relief; it's not like this is a good story by any means, but it isn't anything like he'd briefly feared. It's easy to feel just how terrible Rosen feels about the situation, and if the start of it was as Rosen describes, then it certainly didn't come from a place of heartlessness.
But he doesn't say that right away, mostly because if he talks he won't be able to keep control of his own emotions; it's always a struggle for him to see even strangers cry, let alone a friend, and he has to blink hard a few times to keep his own vision clear. Still, it's clear enough on his face that he feels for him, even though he doesn't make any attempt to reach out because he isn't sure that would help the situation.
Instead he's quiet for a bit longer, gaze fixed on his tea so as to give Rosen some level of privacy, and eventually he finds his voice.]
It sounds like you cared too much, if that's possible, not that you didn't care enough. It was just... Probably not expressed in a way she could understand.
[But the situation is so unique, and without knowing much about Danielle or Rosen's ex-wife he can't further guess at any factors other than those Rosen told him, but it seems completely understandable how the relationship would've fallen apart. Divorce is always hard on any children, let alone one with an ability involving empathy, and if one or both parents were misdirecting their own emotions and focuses it's no wonder that Danielle might've ended up bitter and angry toward at least one of them.]
[There are no sobs, no loud gulps for air, and aside from a small choked hum in his throat, almost a whimper, Rosen's tears remain mostly silent. He's smothering the possibility of anything else beneath his fingers which momentarily dig into his cheek, pressing into the flesh. He only drops his hand away when he's gathered himself enough to trust his voice. Cheeks still damp and breath lightly ragged he shakes his head, weakly trying to protest against what Lance is saying]
No. No.....no....
[You don't understand. He did this. He fucked it up. He ruined it.]
Even when I was home I was tired and I was short--I would, um, I would yell and then I'd lock myself in my office. As far as t-they knew I didn't want a family.
[Did he? Lee can't remember if he ever had wanted one. Or if it had been another box to tick. His guilt and his memories are so firmly fused together he's not sure what is what anymore]
And then when it was obvious it was over, I couldn't accept it. I panicked. I...I tried to use Danielle's ability to save our marriage. To try and give her mother happiness. But when Danielle touched her mother she just absorbed her hurt. The hurt that I made.
[He drops his face forward into his hands and groans, head now aching at the temples]
[Everything Rosen is saying is still pretty normal, if not exactly a great way of handling things, at least until he gets to the part about using Danielle's ability to try to manipulate the situation. That's... Something that's obviously and clearly wrong in a way that makes Lance feel unsettled, but he pushes that aside for now to focus on the big picture.]
You don't need me to tell you which parts of what you did are wrong.
[It's soft, as nonjudgmental as he can manage; Lance is pretty sure Rosen knows exactly what he did wrong, from what he's been saying. But that doesn't mean the overall conclusion he's come to correct, and that's what Lance is trying to address for now.
He's quiet another few seconds before he shifts a little to rest his elbows on the table, leaning forward while he speaks.]
I've met people who don't care; people who were completely and utterly only concerned with their own desires and needs, some of whom were relatively benign and some of whom did horrific things.
[He pauses once more, trying to make eye contact again.]
But what was universal among them is that they didn't feel guilt. They didn't feel remorse. And none of them ever accepted blame for their actions, or tried to change them.
[Rosen shuts his eyes tightly against the skin of his palms. He can feel Lance trying to make eye contact and he's not ready. His breath comes in long drags now, burning down his throat, but they don't ever feel like they are reaching his lungs.
Finally he shudders with a particularly large gasp for air and he lets his hands fall away, dropping them into his lap. Staring forward with the numb disorientation that tends to following the aftermath of weeping.
After a moment he turns his head, and though not making direct eye contact, he's gazing steadily at Lance's hands]
I was a coward of a father. [A small nod accompanies that quiet but very much decided statement] I've tried to be less of a coward for my Alphas. Thats...thats why I did what I did when I got arrested.
Danielle [His voice still hitches at her name] She and I...we've been talking. Seeing each other. It hasn't been easy but she's the only one who visits me in the prison. Who r-reassures me that what I know to be true is true. I'm not crazy.
[Lee finally looks Lance in the eye, his own now puffy and bloodshot]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't put this on you. You have more than enough to worry about.
[Lance doesn't argue with any of Rosen's first statements; they're harsh, perhaps unnecessarily so, but perhaps not. Still, it's clear from what Lance knows of what Rosen did regarding the Alphas that Rosen was indeed trying to make up for his mistakes with his daughter.
So he lets that go, especially since what Rosen says about Danielle visiting him is very significant.]
If she's willing to talk to you, and not just that but visit you, then it's unlikely she finds what you did unforgivable.
[If she's reaching out, then there's hope there.
Lance shakes his head immediately at the apology, sitting back in his chair again and touching his fingers to his mug of tea; it's probably cool enough to drink now, but he doesn't just yet and instead focuses on Rosen once more.]
There's no reason to apologize, especially since I offered to listen. And it's good to talk about it; you won't resolve anything by just holding onto it.
[Considering how long ago what Rosen's describing apparently happened, it's unlikely he's had much success at sorting it out through self-reflection. And sure, Lance is being a huge hypocrite here about talking about problems, but he does know this is the best way to go about dealing with things.]
[Rosen wouldn't have stood for Lance disagreeing with that statement anyway. Yes, it hurts to finally say it aloud, but he's a 60 yr old man and what seeds he sowed in his younger years must bare what fruit they will. And he must face that. Its time]
I asked her to show me [He holds up a hand to vaguely demonstrate what he means] To show me what it felt like when an empath absorbs sorrow or anguish. She's such a kind girl that even after everything she still didn't want me to know what that kind of hurt felt like. She still wanted to protect me. But I needed to know... in the end we both needed for me to know. To understand. Its so raw. It goes straight to your nerves. You feel sick. You feel like your core is coming undone. Like the very threads of your being are unraveling from the pain.
[He shakes his head sadly]
And that was just a very small taste. I can never forgive myself for what I did. Even if she somehow finds a way to, I can't. At the time I somehow convinced myself it was for the good of the family, if I could just save the family it would be best for everyone.
But that was fucking bullshit. I was only protective myself.
[Sighing he lifts his mug to his lips, throat parched from the crying, and when he lowers it again he looks at Lance dead on]
So if you hate me now that you know this. I understand. [It is said without self-pity. Instead it is almost said like a suggestion]
[Lance can't imagine what it would feel like for someone with that level of empathy to take on such strong emotions; he's one of those people who is not only empathetic but has enough experiences of his own to understand a lot of situations, and that's often painful enough. Something beyond that, to the point where it'd seem like an almost supernatural power, is unfathomable.
He also can't really argue with anything Rosen is saying, or even say that he should forgive himself for his actions, although that'd be ideal. He does have an idea of something that might help moving forward, but Rosen's last statement catches him off guard and he has to address it first.
His initial reaction is annoyance, which is only stopped by that he can tell Rosen isn't being self-pitying. Still, whether self-pitying or a suggestion it's still a statement that's self-serving and edges on manipulative. So Lance takes a moment to decide how he wants to respond, before deciding to go with something carefully said.]
Hatred is a poisonous emotion.
[It's one that can't always be helped, and there had definitely been times in his life that he'd felt it, but it's one of those emotions he tries very purposefully not to cultivate. The people he's felt that way toward are not individuals he wants to have any sort of connection with, and hatred connects people as strongly as love can.
And he certainly doesn't feel that way about Rosen; he's disappointed, a bit, maybe a little angry about a few things, but nothing strong enough to want to cut ties by any means. If Rosen's attitude about the subjects was different, then maybe, but not in this situation.
He finally takes a sip of tea, mostly as something to do, before setting the mug back down and saying what he'd originally wanted to say in response.]
These mistakes you made, and the choices you regret; have you learned from them?
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:24 pm (UTC)When Rosen opens the door Lance gives a small smile, stepping into the apartment.]
Hey.
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:30 pm (UTC)There's tea [He gestures to the pot and a pair of mugs on the kitchen table]
You look like you could use the caffeine.
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:38 pm (UTC)Thanks.
[He'll just lead the way over to the table, glancing back to make sure Rosen's following.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:41 pm (UTC)Should we, um, should we sit?
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:43 pm (UTC)[Lance responds with a small grin, pulling out the other chair.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:46 pm (UTC)Its probably obvious that I'm not exactly experienced with this
[He understood his position when it was himself bandaging up Lance, or when it was Lance asking him for advice. But being the one who needs help, being the one whose asked for help, is like being thrown into cold murky water and he can't see where he's swimming]
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:50 pm (UTC)[He's keeping up the joking to try to help Rosen stay at ease, but also to make it clear this isn't something formal to be nervous about. Unless he'd like it to be otherwise, right now this is just talking between friends who both happen to have a little more experience in the art of talking about problems than most people do.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:57 pm (UTC)I should be upset about what Sato did. About Shadow.
[A sigh as he leans back fully into the chair, internally reminding himself that this is Lance. This isn't an interrogation, and this isn't the prison psychiatrist trying to convince him he's insane again.
Its Lance.]
Right now all I can think is I don't care what happens to Sato. If Maketh, or anyone, killed him right now I probably wouldn't feel much of anything about it.
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:05 pm (UTC)That's a pretty normal reaction. Do you know Sato or Shadow very well?
[If so then it might be less normal, depending, but feeling ambivalent about an incident that doesn't directly involve oneself isn't unusual even if--and sometimes especially if--it's something shocking.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:11 pm (UTC)[His gaze lifts from the gently waving surface of his tea to Lance]
I hate killing, Lance. I hate it. Or I did. Bill, one of my Alphas, he pushed and pushed for me to carry a firearm. But I hated the things. I hated the idea of killing to the point of feeling ill over the thought of it
[But all of that is gone.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:18 pm (UTC)He returns his own gaze to make eye contact as Rosen continues, reading between the lines of what he's saying easily enough.]
And now you feel nothing about it? Both personally and in regards to other people?
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:24 pm (UTC)My brain still says 'logically we hate killing', but the heart and the gut have gone quiet. I'm not about to raise a weapon myself but I don't really feel inclined to stop anyone else from doing it.
[He chuckles half-heartedly then]
Watching you, running around worrying about what Maketh is going to do or what someone else is going to do, makes it really obvious to me how much I've changed. The Rosen who outed the federal government would have been right there with you. This Rosen is tired.
[Lee attempts a sip, making a small grimace when it proves to be too hot]
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:39 pm (UTC)Well, like I said and I'm sure you know, emotional deadening and numbness is a common reaction to extreme--and especially repeated--stress. So if I had to make a guess, that's likely the underlying cause and not that you've suddenly changed as a person to that extent.
[He wants it to be clear, because he's concerned Rosen might be taking this change as a sign of something being wrong with him morally instead of mentally or emotionally.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:44 pm (UTC)[Rosen drums his fingertips on the table as he mulls that over. What Lance is saying is nothing new. Its what he's said to many patients in the past. But there's something that's snagging when he tries to swallow it. Some reason why it won't go down his throat]
Danielle says that I'm not capable of caring about people outside of myself. That I'm an, um, an automaton so to speak.
[Another drum of his fingers]
No heart inside.
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:51 pm (UTC)He's not expecting the comment about Danielle, and it immediately throws him off a bit for a few reasons; he certainly doesn't think of Rosen as being incapable of caring for other people, and it's quite an accusation for his daughter to have made. Of course, sometimes people aren't what they appear, but then again children can say pretty terrible things to their parents for all sorts of reasons.
The last is the most likely, and so--]
People can say hurtful things without truly meaning them, especially to family. Was she angry with you, or was there a particular reason for her accusation?
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Date: 2017-05-22 09:56 pm (UTC)Given her experience. She's not wrong.
[A hard swallow]
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Date: 2017-05-22 10:00 pm (UTC)What do you mean?
[He asks the question a little cautiously, hoping that Rosen is just feeling overly guilty about something relatively benign or understandable.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 10:13 pm (UTC)[Its an awkward start to an increasingly more and more uncomfortable explanation, and its clear Rosen is trying to feel out how to even talk about this in the first place. He's never laid it out. Never put it into a narrative for anyone.]
It....it was me. At first it was fine. It was good. I was just out of medical school, I got hired on to a clinic right away. We moved into the city. But there started being problems. Danielle would go through extremes of emotions and none of the doctors could figure out why. I-I don't want to go through all this but um, it was the early stages of her ability. She's an emphatic contagion, she shares emotions, she can take them and give them but as a child she couldn't control it. How could she? She had no idea what was happening
[He stops to take a drag of breath]
It was the first Alpha ability I had ever encountered. Her mother and I, we're just average. We don't have any enhanced abilities. So i threw myself into the research. Trying to figure it out. At first I knew exactly what I was doing. What it was for. I wanted to help Dani. But it was like a drug. Once I started down that rabbit hole I couldn't, or maybe I just wouldn't, look up. I began to live in my work. Never home. And once the government got wind of my research and they wanted me as head of their research team I was definitely not in the picture.
[He couldn't see it at the time. He had kept his head down and filled with data and statistics. It formed a static that blocked out everything else]
Things at home began to unravel. The stress of having an Alpha as a child on top of the strain between myself and my wife. At some point everything just broke. The divorce was...efficient....but bitter. And then only a few years later Danielle ran way from home. To god knows where. I only found her again about a year ago. I've been absent for half her li-
[He raises a hand to cover his mouth as his voice breaks off, silent tears gathering heavy in his lashes before pooling over and dribbling down his cheeks]
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Date: 2017-05-22 10:47 pm (UTC)But he doesn't say that right away, mostly because if he talks he won't be able to keep control of his own emotions; it's always a struggle for him to see even strangers cry, let alone a friend, and he has to blink hard a few times to keep his own vision clear. Still, it's clear enough on his face that he feels for him, even though he doesn't make any attempt to reach out because he isn't sure that would help the situation.
Instead he's quiet for a bit longer, gaze fixed on his tea so as to give Rosen some level of privacy, and eventually he finds his voice.]
It sounds like you cared too much, if that's possible, not that you didn't care enough. It was just... Probably not expressed in a way she could understand.
[But the situation is so unique, and without knowing much about Danielle or Rosen's ex-wife he can't further guess at any factors other than those Rosen told him, but it seems completely understandable how the relationship would've fallen apart. Divorce is always hard on any children, let alone one with an ability involving empathy, and if one or both parents were misdirecting their own emotions and focuses it's no wonder that Danielle might've ended up bitter and angry toward at least one of them.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 11:01 pm (UTC)No. No.....no....
[You don't understand. He did this. He fucked it up. He ruined it.]
Even when I was home I was tired and I was short--I would, um, I would yell and then I'd lock myself in my office. As far as t-they knew I didn't want a family.
[Did he? Lee can't remember if he ever had wanted one. Or if it had been another box to tick. His guilt and his memories are so firmly fused together he's not sure what is what anymore]
And then when it was obvious it was over, I couldn't accept it. I panicked. I...I tried to use Danielle's ability to save our marriage. To try and give her mother happiness. But when Danielle touched her mother she just absorbed her hurt. The hurt that I made.
[He drops his face forward into his hands and groans, head now aching at the temples]
It was me. It was me. All of it.
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Date: 2017-05-22 11:16 pm (UTC)You don't need me to tell you which parts of what you did are wrong.
[It's soft, as nonjudgmental as he can manage; Lance is pretty sure Rosen knows exactly what he did wrong, from what he's been saying. But that doesn't mean the overall conclusion he's come to correct, and that's what Lance is trying to address for now.
He's quiet another few seconds before he shifts a little to rest his elbows on the table, leaning forward while he speaks.]
I've met people who don't care; people who were completely and utterly only concerned with their own desires and needs, some of whom were relatively benign and some of whom did horrific things.
[He pauses once more, trying to make eye contact again.]
But what was universal among them is that they didn't feel guilt. They didn't feel remorse. And none of them ever accepted blame for their actions, or tried to change them.
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Date: 2017-05-22 11:26 pm (UTC)Finally he shudders with a particularly large gasp for air and he lets his hands fall away, dropping them into his lap. Staring forward with the numb disorientation that tends to following the aftermath of weeping.
After a moment he turns his head, and though not making direct eye contact, he's gazing steadily at Lance's hands]
I was a coward of a father. [A small nod accompanies that quiet but very much decided statement] I've tried to be less of a coward for my Alphas. Thats...thats why I did what I did when I got arrested.
Danielle [His voice still hitches at her name] She and I...we've been talking. Seeing each other. It hasn't been easy but she's the only one who visits me in the prison. Who r-reassures me that what I know to be true is true. I'm not crazy.
[Lee finally looks Lance in the eye, his own now puffy and bloodshot]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't put this on you. You have more than enough to worry about.
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Date: 2017-05-22 11:39 pm (UTC)So he lets that go, especially since what Rosen says about Danielle visiting him is very significant.]
If she's willing to talk to you, and not just that but visit you, then it's unlikely she finds what you did unforgivable.
[If she's reaching out, then there's hope there.
Lance shakes his head immediately at the apology, sitting back in his chair again and touching his fingers to his mug of tea; it's probably cool enough to drink now, but he doesn't just yet and instead focuses on Rosen once more.]
There's no reason to apologize, especially since I offered to listen. And it's good to talk about it; you won't resolve anything by just holding onto it.
[Considering how long ago what Rosen's describing apparently happened, it's unlikely he's had much success at sorting it out through self-reflection. And sure, Lance is being a huge hypocrite here about talking about problems, but he does know this is the best way to go about dealing with things.]
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Date: 2017-05-22 11:53 pm (UTC)I asked her to show me [He holds up a hand to vaguely demonstrate what he means] To show me what it felt like when an empath absorbs sorrow or anguish. She's such a kind girl that even after everything she still didn't want me to know what that kind of hurt felt like. She still wanted to protect me. But I needed to know... in the end we both needed for me to know. To understand. Its so raw. It goes straight to your nerves. You feel sick. You feel like your core is coming undone. Like the very threads of your being are unraveling from the pain.
[He shakes his head sadly]
And that was just a very small taste. I can never forgive myself for what I did. Even if she somehow finds a way to, I can't. At the time I somehow convinced myself it was for the good of the family, if I could just save the family it would be best for everyone.
But that was fucking bullshit. I was only protective myself.
[Sighing he lifts his mug to his lips, throat parched from the crying, and when he lowers it again he looks at Lance dead on]
So if you hate me now that you know this. I understand. [It is said without self-pity. Instead it is almost said like a suggestion]
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Date: 2017-05-23 12:22 am (UTC)He also can't really argue with anything Rosen is saying, or even say that he should forgive himself for his actions, although that'd be ideal. He does have an idea of something that might help moving forward, but Rosen's last statement catches him off guard and he has to address it first.
His initial reaction is annoyance, which is only stopped by that he can tell Rosen isn't being self-pitying. Still, whether self-pitying or a suggestion it's still a statement that's self-serving and edges on manipulative. So Lance takes a moment to decide how he wants to respond, before deciding to go with something carefully said.]
Hatred is a poisonous emotion.
[It's one that can't always be helped, and there had definitely been times in his life that he'd felt it, but it's one of those emotions he tries very purposefully not to cultivate. The people he's felt that way toward are not individuals he wants to have any sort of connection with, and hatred connects people as strongly as love can.
And he certainly doesn't feel that way about Rosen; he's disappointed, a bit, maybe a little angry about a few things, but nothing strong enough to want to cut ties by any means. If Rosen's attitude about the subjects was different, then maybe, but not in this situation.
He finally takes a sip of tea, mostly as something to do, before setting the mug back down and saying what he'd originally wanted to say in response.]
These mistakes you made, and the choices you regret; have you learned from them?
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