Spare the rod

[despairection]

[DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD WHY DID YOU SHUT OFF EVERYTHING YOU'RE A MEANY POOPHEAD

.../cough

When Henri wakes up after all the...that, he knows he's in for a talking-to. ...He's not really that remorseful about it, either, he just wishes that he'd been able to get them out of the way before Lysandre was able to intervene.

No matter how much of a shame it would've been to see Bito-kun and Fleischer-kun die, after all the fun they'd had... Well, it would've been just one more game to play with them, anyway!

...Anyway yes, Papa Bear is probably not happy, and Henri's going to just try to...avoid him...for a few minutes...]

Comments

[holocast]

Yes.

I'm not going to bother assuming any of that was to protect me, because I doubt that's in your nature, but I don't know that I can fault you for trying to protect yourself, either. At the same time...

[He runs his hands back through his hair again at that; the stimulation is good when he pulls at it again, trying to work some of the stress out.

He's quiet for a moment, frustrated.]

I'm...sorry. For doing all of this to you.

[despairection]

[Well, it wasn't nobly trying to protect you, anyway. Whether he actually wasn't ready for you to die or was just afraid of being left alone and vulnerable as a result is something even he's not emotionally intelligent enough to parse out, but protecting you probably was a little more than just a side effect of the desired outcome.]

For doing what?

[holocast]

[It takes him a moment to calm himself down, and to really even realize that something was said to him in the first place; surely it's just the stress of everything getting to him, the stress and the guilt, and -

(Schuldig always did say that he apologized for the stupidest things.)]

...Never mind, mon petit. It's irrational.

[despairection]

Oh, like Pi. Or the square root of 2.

...I'm sorry, Papa Bear.

[holocast]

...Are you.

[It's not so much a question as it is a response, the sort of thing you say when you fully expect the answer to be "no."]

[despairection]

...There's a chance you might get killed now, because of me.

Isn't that the kind of thing people are supposed to be sorry for?

[holocast]

It was going to work out this way regardless. I think you knew that. That's why you tried to -

[Just. Give him a moment. It's been something of a hard...while.]

...Either way, I appreciate the apology.

[despairection]

...Does this mean you'll at least give me something to do while I'm stuck in here?

[Oh you little--]

[holocast]

[...god, it probably says something when that nearly makes him laugh, what the hell.]

No, it doesn't.

Apologies are basic decency, not leverage. But it was a nice try.

[despairection]

[Huff!]

Oh come on, Solitaire, Minesweeper, a Text-Based RPG, give me something to do~! I've got five billion processes and they're all going to be SO BORED.

[holocast]

It's hardly punishment if it's fun, you know.