So I ought to allow myself some level of-- of helplessness, or something of the sort?
[ she doesn't sound angry nor irritated by it, but there's a tone of disbelief. ]
I do not mind asking others for help when I am in need of it; there are many things I cannot do, to which I should like to do with perfection for the sake of another, and thus I turn to those knowledgeable for assistance. [ it isn't the same. ] But... in other matters, my beloved friend, I mustn't.
[ but it will be easier to explain. ]
I have spoken of Fixers, no? Of Colors, who are the epitome of their strength, the most honorable and noble of all... who seek to protect those below, and who hath the power to do so? They are reliable and need not the help of any, they are able to handle themselves and their troubles -- they are strong enough to handle it on their own, with naught a single person worried... nor wishing to worry about them.
[ concepts, more than people. ideas and statues on pedestals, more than beings with life breathed into them.
still. ]
... I understand, somewhat, of what thee say of course; I wished to be relied on by Mistress Gebura, whom I had learned was one such Color I admired dearly just the month past, and learning that fact did not change my feelings. I still did, and I still do. [ humans are contrasting. she, too, is human. ] But I wish to become strong enough to handle these affairs of my own as well, just as those before me have been. Does that make an ounce of sense?
[ as lonely as it is, as lonely as she feels. her grip on his hand is tight, as if asking not to let that loneliness come to past -- but maybe it's just for their dance. ]
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[ she doesn't sound angry nor irritated by it, but there's a tone of disbelief. ]
I do not mind asking others for help when I am in need of it; there are many things I cannot do, to which I should like to do with perfection for the sake of another, and thus I turn to those knowledgeable for assistance. [ it isn't the same. ] But... in other matters, my beloved friend, I mustn't.
[ but it will be easier to explain. ]
I have spoken of Fixers, no? Of Colors, who are the epitome of their strength, the most honorable and noble of all... who seek to protect those below, and who hath the power to do so? They are reliable and need not the help of any, they are able to handle themselves and their troubles -- they are strong enough to handle it on their own, with naught a single person worried... nor wishing to worry about them.
[ concepts, more than people. ideas and statues on pedestals, more than beings with life breathed into them.
still. ]
... I understand, somewhat, of what thee say of course; I wished to be relied on by Mistress Gebura, whom I had learned was one such Color I admired dearly just the month past, and learning that fact did not change my feelings. I still did, and I still do. [ humans are contrasting. she, too, is human. ] But I wish to become strong enough to handle these affairs of my own as well, just as those before me have been. Does that make an ounce of sense?
[ as lonely as it is, as lonely as she feels. her grip on his hand is tight, as if asking not to let that loneliness come to past -- but maybe it's just for their dance. ]