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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

Something he said, that's all.

[bywolves]

Did you treat him exactly like you treat me?

[devoutish]

I did. He even commented on it.

[bywolves]

Mm. That might be why. [ He rubs at the back of his neck. ] If it is part of me, it'd have all the issues I do with being both honest and with being... separate from myself.

[ Sigh. ] I was so worried about being a copy or an anomaly, in Norfinbury. That fear carries over, sometimes.

I'd almost expect you to be cruel to something that would be an anomaly version of myself, if only because I would be.

[devoutish]

I'd be cruel if it truly were an anomaly version.

[bywolves]

That's likely why it thought you were being patient. Or. That's why I thought. It expected you to treat it like an anomaly.

[devoutish]

Mmm.

[Alfie falls quiet for a moment, thinking.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce settles against Alfie's side again, letting him think. He sends forward a little spark of curiosity - or at least, he tries to. He's not sure if his powers work here or not, considering they're outside Zephyr's realm, but. ]

[devoutish]

[It works! Alfie shifts a little to look down at him.]

You know, Royce-- when I've told you to sort yourself out, I've never meant that you should do it all on your own.

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks up at him. ]

I - oh. Yeah. [ He looks and feels a little guilty at that. ] Right. I know. [ But the reassurance is hasty, like a kid trying to assert they already knew something they didn't. ]

[devoutish]

I mean it, Royce; I never want you to feel as if you can't share your troubles with me.

[bywolves]

I know I can. I do. [ He protests, slightly offended. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah. I just wanted that made clear, that's all.

[bywolves]

Well. It's clear. [ Royce mutters, looking away. ]

I don't want you to talk to that thing again.

[devoutish]

I don't want you calling him a thing.

[bywolves]

[ Scowl. ]

That's what it is. It's a thing. A thing that was part of me and got disconnected.

[devoutish]

But who's still got some of your thoughts and feelings and all.

[bywolves]

If there was one of these for you, would you call it a thing?

[devoutish]

No, I wouldn't. I think we'd get on.

[bywolves]

[ That scowl gets deeper. ]

Of course you would. Fine. I won't call it a thing.

[devoutish]

Thank you.

Why don't you want me talking to him?

[bywolves]

There are some things I want to keep to myself and I don't - want some magical incredibly honest part of me just telling you everything.

[devoutish]

[Beat. Fair enough.]

Okay.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. He was expecting some argument, but he doesn't get it, so he sort of deflates. Royce's jaw works, and then, stiffly: ] Thank you.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I'm sorry, mate; I didn't think of it that way. I wasn't trying to find out your secrets behind your back.