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[untempered]

Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[intellectum]

[I hope you like this wave of anger and hatred]

Would that do?

[over_the_fop]

[That. Actually pauses him, a little pale, expression blank before he purses his lips, staring hard back at Xavier.]

No, I think that might be counterproductive. Then again it IS one of the more important phases of the grieving process.

[intellectum]

I beg your pardon?

[over_the_fop]

[HOW CHILDISH AM I HOW CHILDISH AM I HOW CHILDISH AM I...

Okay. No. I'm resisting.]

I'm afraid you'd need to clarify which part if you actually want explanation.

[intellectum]

[softly]

It's a little hard to grieve when things are already lost. And while I came out of it, because my world gave me little in return, the same cannot be said for the others who come here. Like Noric.

[over_the_fop]

...

No, that's when one grieves.

... The one it's is for, is worth mourning. She truly was.

[He pauses, the last of Xavier's hate washing clear of his expression.]

Just not like this.

[intellectum]

I don't care what she meant. Or what any of you meant. Pave your intentions for all I care, you still hurt all of us.

[over_the_fop]

Oh yes, I am quite aware of it. But my intentions and my meaning have no bearing upon it at all.

Yours do.

It... [He pauses for a moment, looking for the right words.] Your gift IS powerful, and could be quite helpful, but not in the mindset you are in.

It's love. Platonic, mind you, and in almost all cases, mutual. We remade them, and they formed us. A give and take that only really exists in that kind of relationship.

The hatred you have, the anger, is absolutely and utterly well founded and justified. It just may not be helpful there.

That's what I am saying.

[intellectum]

Well, I never wanted this gift, regardless of what it does or how helpful it is.

[over_the_fop]

[There's an incredible lack of things to answer with that are both truthful and wont escalate things needlessly.]

...

There is a young woman from Delphinus in our apartment who has a similar gift. I can't honestly guarantee anything or even volunteer her as ... well. I really haven't talked to her. That would be just intolerably rude. But, should you need a resource, she might be quite able if you ask.

I'm usually out of the apartment in the mornings.

[over_the_fop]

[And at that, starts to leave again.]

[intellectum]

[sighs, getting Noric out of there]