[Jeb sighs. Marie starts mewling in his arms, and he holds her closer to his chest. He really should go.]
Okay. [His voice cracks.] I'm sorry if I... if I upset you, Mithos.
[He starts walking off again, but not nearly as quickly as he could be. He wants to turn around and stay with Mithos. He wants to try to make everything all right.
But he can't. He knows he can't. He keeps trying to get through to Mithos, and he knows he'll continue. But there's no use, is there? It's not a matter of whether or not Jeb is human or otherwise--he's just not strong enough to help, is he? He's been able to help others, but... maybe he's just not even good at that anymore.]
Shh, Marie... [He does her best to keep her warm, but she continues to meow and whine.] Shh.
[He says nothing. He glares at Jeb, but the anger collapses into empty sorrow, and he has to quickly turn his gaze aside as Jeb turns to go. His grip on the knife's handle turns his arm rigid and his muscles tremble. An acute memory wedges itself open in his mind: it had been around this time two years ago that he met Kaori and almost gave her a chance. He doesn't want to know why he remembers this now.]
[christmas, yo]
Okay. [His voice cracks.] I'm sorry if I... if I upset you, Mithos.
[He starts walking off again, but not nearly as quickly as he could be. He wants to turn around and stay with Mithos. He wants to try to make everything all right.
But he can't. He knows he can't. He keeps trying to get through to Mithos, and he knows he'll continue. But there's no use, is there? It's not a matter of whether or not Jeb is human or otherwise--he's just not strong enough to help, is he? He's been able to help others, but... maybe he's just not even good at that anymore.]
Shh, Marie... [He does her best to keep her warm, but she continues to meow and whine.] Shh.
[christmas, yo] then I decided to add things