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נεғғεяsση (haberdashery) wrote in theconsolelog,

And here he'd thought he was an emotional mess.

"And where is that fight and leadership now? Hmm?" He asked, folding his arms and looking over her as if it were something that could appear over her shoulders. "I want your help. Idiot. And when someone gives you a lock on your door to keep you safe? When they travel to diseased lands to barter coins they've earned working with the only skills they have to try and help you, maybe, you should take that as an olive branch instead of turning it into a pity party."

The Hatter moved around her to grab his hat, gripping the brim tightly. "What matters is getting home. Who or what you are, or what you can do is irrelevant. So long as you do something. You won't even try to do anything." He set the hat on the floor and let it spin until it grew, swirling to the size of a portal that would open just outside his dwelling where he took refuge before jumping in.

At the very least, the ungrateful child would have a locked door.