Re: FLEET: Misha B/Damian W We might meet in the middle thusly.[...] You could not hurt me like he hurt you, and not because I am not a child, but because you could not ever been like him. I have said this before, but I will reiterate it as often as is necessary. You could not be like him, ever. I likely wish I could make you believe this with as much adamantation [...] as you wish you could make me see what is so obvious to you.
I prefer it when you are plain. It is easier for me to understand. I ought be better at subtlety, but it is another way I fail Grandfather and Mother. [...] Too, I know you, and I know if we focus upon what I felt it will only feed your already very fraught feelings about the situation. Janus did this and I wished to kill him. I still do. I do not believe he was right, but he affirmed your fears, so you are more like to listen to him than to me. [A pause.] It would help, yes, if you would say if you wished for something different. [...] But I am glad you enjoy it. I know it frightens you to like it, or I imagine it must. More than it can frighten me to like what I like and to imagine what that must mean for the manner of person I am, though I would not think the same, for example, were our positions switched. Nor would you think of me as you think of yourself. [...] Does this make sense? It is not custom for me to ask, but I have been feeling stilted in my English lately. In communication, in general.
I hate you. [After a second.] I do not truly mean this. You have only succeeded in making me feel ridiculously giddy with a combination of stupid words.