Re: log; misha and adrian
"Course I got flaws, 'specially when I'm earthbound, but not how you mean, honey. And I ain't sure what full grown is yet. I don't reckon anyone knows yet," he said, and it wasn't real helpful, but it was an unknown, and like this, glowing and distant, Misha wasn't real concerned by any of it. Normal, he was real fussed 'bout being recalled, 'bout Damian dying, 'bout all kinds of things. How he was now, he wasn't worried 'bout a thing. Lines didn't mar his forehead when he talked on any of his woes. He was nonplussed as could be, and he glanced toward the kitchen and where them smells had been. "Humans are a species, honey. Being bad, it don't stop folks from being human, and you're taking something away from folks how you're saying it. Everyone has good and bad in them, and good folks do good things, yes, but that takes work, and it ain't anything to do with humanity."
"I'm sorry 'bout your momma," he added, barely taking space 'tween concepts, and he clarified Marie and Eulalia in his own head as Adrian talked. "I understand. Did you stay in this boarding school you're talking 'bout 'til you were grown?" Misha, he knew there was magic all over the place in the world, but he wasn't aware any of the particulars that came with it. Could be he would've learned, if he'd stayed in Heaven for the rest of his teaching, but he'd run himself away.
He listened. "Wanting other folks to hurt when you hurt, that's real normal. Children do it a whole lot, but adults do it too, some of them." He glanced over at Adrian. "Sounds like you want to be nice, or you want to be thought of as nice, even if you ain't feeling real nice inside. When bad things happen, being angry's normal, I reckon. Would you say bad things happened to you small? How 'bout now?" He glanced toward the bed and where the two men had been tangled up.
"Can that school you mentioned teach you?" he asked of Adrian learning to use his magic. "Or, at the very least, could be you might could learn to control the black?" It seemed likely to Misha, but he wasn't no kind of expert on magic or nothing to do with it. "If it's in you, and if it comes out when you're mad or sad, then could be it might be something you can learn to control. I get it's thought a bad thing, but you said it kills near everyone, and here you are, honey, and you're plenty alive."
He watched the smoke, and his own smile remained a few seconds longer, just a spell after Adrian talked 'bout him and Damian being real lucky. "I don't think it's luck. I think we fight like junkyard dogs to stay together. It ain't easy. Nothing is, honey, and the good things, I reckon they're even harder some."
Here, he motioned back to the center of the room. "You conjure up that bothersome scene again, and keep it going longer. Talk at 'em, if you feel inclined."