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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[elegiaque]

Did you miss the entire part of this conversation that was all of this conversation where I was listening to you?

[rathercommon]

Well, yes, but...

[ A little noise of uncertainty. ]

You were being tolerant. Look, and it's different, listening to me versus...caring about something I care about. Especially since - you know - my beliefs are pretty absurd. Lots of people laugh at them. Nearly everyone.

[elegiaque]

I have never in my life been tolerant of anyone.

[rathercommon]

Now, that's obviously not true.

[elegiaque]

What's tolerant about going out of my way to discuss this matter with you? Arguably, my life would have been both easier and more pleasant not to have bothered. If all I meant to do was blandly tolerate something I'm indifferent to, I could have done that without paying you the slightest bit of attention and tolerated your holding some irrelevant opinion in beautiful, golden silence.

[rathercommon]

[ A noise of annoyance - ]

Fine. All right. I take it back. You care, for whatever reason.

[elegiaque]

( placidly: ) Thank you.

[rathercommon]

[ Which annoys her enough that she says - ]

Why do you care?

[elegiaque]

I have absolutely no idea.

( if she weren't already annoyed, she might have tried harder to rationalise that. )

Inexplicably, I consider you a friend.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty's quiet a moment. ]

How long has that been true?

[elegiaque]

I would have stopped listening to you almost immediately if it hadn't felt worthwhile.

( she tunes a lot of people out. indeed, sometimes to her own detriment. )

[rathercommon]

So - what, you considered me a friend - like - immediately?

[elegiaque]

Well, no, but interesting. Intelligent, if prone to inexplicable tangents.

( is that kitty or just, her. )

I don't know, I don't think about these things that way. So specifically. On this day in the year 9:44 it occurred to me to consider you a friend, trumpets.

[rathercommon]

Oh.

[ She feels suddenly, intensely shy. She can feel her face getting hot with a blush, and thinks that she's very grateful that Gwen isn't able to see her. ]

Well, that's - erm - nice. Thank you.

oh my god i have icons again

[elegiaque]

( eurgh, emotions. why can't people just understand her motives without her having to say anything. after a beat, awkwardly: )

So. It matters to me what you care about. I understand if that isn't enough, but it's what I have. The last thing I'm going to do after all that is lie to you to sound better than I am.

[rathercommon]

Right.

[ She fidgets awkwardly with the sleeve of her shirt. Eurgh, emotions. Why can't people always talk about the big stuff. That's easier. ]

Isn't there anything that comes from you, though? Anything you care about that no one else does?

[elegiaque]

My opinions are my own. I have a lot of those.

( citation not needed, too many citations. )

[rathercommon]

I've noticed.

[ A bit dry. ]

But things you care about.

[elegiaque]

( I happen to care about my opinions is muttered, grumbling, and then— )

I care about lots of things, I don't know. What sort of 'care about' are you talking about?

[rathercommon]

I don't know. Just - something you care about, that you decided you cared about, without anyone convincing you to care about it.

[elegiaque]

( objecting immediately— ) No one exists so singularly that no other person has anything to do with what we think. I don't believe that.

( eventually, grudgingly: ) People shouldn't hurt children. And no one set out to convince me the world shouldn't end, but I don't know if I can properly take credit for that one, either, because it isn't as if I came to the Inquisition willingly, but no one gave a fuck what I thought about it so I suppose I'm going to count that one too. Actually.

[rathercommon]

All right. Those are good ones.

[ Whichv could sound condescending if Kitty weren't so consistently earnest when it comes to things like this. ]

It seems like your feelings on Orlesian politics - those grow out of your personal experience, don't they?

[elegiaque]

That they're fucking awful? That's everyone's experience.

( deflect, deflect, deflect. )

[rathercommon]

[ A shrug. ]

Doesn't make it any less yours. Where I'm from, everyone's been kicked down in some way by our government, but my anger is mine and no one else's.

[elegiaque]

Yours is productive.