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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus felt irrational anger flash through him at Dean's words. They were completely true - which only made them hurt more than they would have if they'd been inaccurate. Despite the good front he'd been able to put on for most of the weekend, he'd still felt a sort of sick helplessness in the pit of his stomach the entire time. Did Battlescars really help anyone? Was there anything Seamus could do to make his friends lives any better after the tragedies they'd all suffered? It didn't seem like it some days, and the extra energy he expended on Victis Honor only made it worse, because he still couldn't do anything, even when he was bending all his will towards it.

He tried to get up, to prove he wasn't as useless as all that, but Dean was already getching the potion and Seamus was left half-sitting up and looking furious as well as pained. "I don't want to eat," he groused, trying to ease the pain-relief potion out of Dean's hands. The idea of solid food turned his stomach, even though he knew it might be helpful. He was still stewing over Dean's words, his anger as silent as Dean's was loud and explosive. For all that, he didn't actually push Dean away. He let his hand fall in grudging invitation. "It doesn't feel like anything."