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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

"No, Lavender, I said something that you took the wrong way. That's not even what I meant, you're just pulling whatever meaning you want to hear out of my words. If I thought you were being foolish then I would just bloody say so; I don't like playing games." He felt his shoulders slump because he was beginning to lose his fight with her. He was going to just let her have her way if she was going to start saying what he did and didn't mean by things.

Michael threw his hands in the air at her words. He was frustrated now. He was trying to understand her logic but he wasn't getting it and the last bit she spoke pushed him over the edge, hit him in a tender spot he wasn't willing to ever go to. Michael didn't get angry often, but he was angry now and he wheeled to face her, standing behind the sofa. "Accept it? You want me to accept fate? You want me to just be okay with the inevitability of people around me dying for no fucking reason? People I care about, people I love? You think that I should have just accepted that my sister was going to die 13 years ago and then maybe I would have been more useful in saving her? Is that the answer, Lavender?"

He turned toward the table with the cards still laid out over it and swiped them off of it in one angry sweep, not even watching as they scattered randomly to the floor around the room. Michael was looking at her again and now he had tears pricking his eyes as he spoke. "You think this shite would have made me a better brother? Would have helped me save her? Because I don't think so, Lav! If it's going to happen, then so be it. All I know is I'm going to fight it until my dying breath because I will not lose anymore people that I love to something so senseless again! Just like I refuse to lose you even if you've already given up on yourself!"