[ He probably should know. Probably. He doesn't yet, he looks sheepish. ]
I watched the last vision we got back last night and I learned a little of it? Actually, I think I knew that one for a while, from when the kid got hurt.
I know what that one means. Essentially anyway it just means to heal this person.
[ Shrugs uncertainly, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]
Last time I just said well-wishing words? I don't think it matters that much, but that one feels right - maybe it's just because it really does feel like a spell.
Wouldn't it be more efficient to just... I don't know. I watch one of my memories, we cut my palm, and then go from there?
My mem-
[He course corrects here.]
I mean, my visions are shitty so you're bound to pick up on that, but it's not like it's anything that'll leave me traumatized.
[Even if the last one kinda sucked a lot. It doesn't have to be that one. Thinking about it is intrusive though.
He pushes down the memory of another boy being shot to death in front of a cheering audience of freaks right beside him, and then how he himself is slammed to the floor and beaten after, before being bound and collared, where he eventually passes out from the head trauma.
[ Phoenix was stepping back instead of awkwardly standing in front of him as he was. To the bed. Forte speaks and the answer immediately comes to his mind. That as good a plan as it was in theory, it was still a shit one. ]
[ He hears the stumble. Feels it in his heart and soul, maybe because he'd felt it himself though he's a few fewer than Forte. Maybe because he and Gray just had the conversation and now the vision from his night just plays in his head, like a constant stream. ]
[ He doesn't get the chance to open his mouth and refute before Forte's mind starts to spiral. He doesn't get the imagery, but his own imagination can play it out for him. He stays there for a long moment before he finds his answer: ]
[It's not like he relishes the idea, but wouldn't it help?]
You're going to be forced into some pretty fucked up situations again and again here until we somehow meet whatever asinine 'end' it is that they want us to reach.
[Whatever the hell that's supposed to be. He still doesn't know.]
At least this would still give you a stressful situation. I know it's shitty but with this method no one is actually getting hurt due to the assholes in charge.
Honestly, that's the closest you'll come to getting real authentic practice in while not in a life threatening situation.
[ The teenager's fingers curl and uncurl by his side. It's not like what Forte says isn't all something he's already thought about. Or hasn't thought about. It has. Ever since WBB. Especially since Never Have I learning Gingham had died but not died. He doesn't want to be useless. He doesn't want to hurt people. ]
[ The part of him that is so tied up into feeling, in the empathy that came as naturally to him as breathing feels and can't feel differently. The logic is there; Forte is not wrong. What had he expected of coming here? ]
[ His mouth is dry. He thinks, for a moment, that practice and study on himself would be preferable. He can handle it if it's himself (it's not). Phoenix swallows something down as he wagers his own feelings and thoughts and pulls them in before answering: ]
I'm not making you relive things that you hate.
[ He says after a moment. ]
And I know why you don't like them. I haven't gotten a single good one, I don't blame you. I don't want you to do that when it's already hard for you.
[His guard raises a little. 'I know why you don't like them'. The uncomfortable knowledge that he cannot really say one way or the other what the visions are gnaws at him. It's easier to push aside- to make it someone else's life and problem.
He sighs heavily, before running a hand through his hair.]
Then I'll look into breathing exercises or something. That can at least ground you some, even if it doesn't remove the problem.
[He'll do some research.]
In the meantime, we can still practice the healing bit.
[ At the very least, Phoenix's answer wasn't because of reading his mind - or maybe partly it was - it was also involved in his own mixed feelings. His curious and investigative nature combatting the fact that not a single one hadn't hurt. ]
I can figure it out. I already spoke to Nana. She said that other than someone with a nullifying blessing the only ones who might be able to help are the Showmaster or Ticketmaster.
[ Which are probably out of the question, but Well what people don't know won't hurt them. ]
People probably get accidentally hurt all the time, right? Or a col?
If you were to go to either of those shifty bastards, I'd trust the Tickermaster waaay over the Showmaster. But even she's using us to her own end.
[At least she's honest. At least she's usually a lot more willing to talk when she can.]
I'm sure people get hurt or struggle with colds all the time. I'm just sayin'... I think you're gonna get a lot more useful practice in while doing it under a bit of duress.
I know; Gray reinforced not to trust anything outside of here earlier.
[ Here being outside of the dorms. Which is weird to think about when they're simply on the boat. ]
[ He makes a face. ] ... I can start this way for now and see what happens. I already have a lot of practice being around high-emotion situations. It might not be that bad.
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. . . What kind of foreign language was that?
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[ He probably should know. Probably. He doesn't yet, he looks sheepish. ]
I watched the last vision we got back last night and I learned a little of it? Actually, I think I knew that one for a while, from when the kid got hurt.
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[ Shrugs uncertainly, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]
Last time I just said well-wishing words? I don't think it matters that much, but that one feels right - maybe it's just because it really does feel like a spell.
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It was just a paper cut. I'd have more trouble if you weren't being so calm about everything.
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We can make a come get checked up on by some teenager for free clinic, lab rat for blessing practice.
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My mem-
[He course corrects here.]
I mean, my visions are shitty so you're bound to pick up on that, but it's not like it's anything that'll leave me traumatized.
[Even if the last one kinda sucked a lot. It doesn't have to be that one. Thinking about it is intrusive though.
He pushes down the memory of another boy being shot to death in front of a cheering audience of freaks right beside him, and then how he himself is slammed to the floor and beaten after, before being bound and collared, where he eventually passes out from the head trauma.
. . .
God. He just said it didn't have to be that one.]
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[ He hears the stumble. Feels it in his heart and soul, maybe because he'd felt it himself though he's a few fewer than Forte. Maybe because he and Gray just had the conversation and now the vision from his night just plays in his head, like a constant stream. ]
[ He doesn't get the chance to open his mouth and refute before Forte's mind starts to spiral. He doesn't get the imagery, but his own imagination can play it out for him. He stays there for a long moment before he finds his answer: ]
We're not doing that. It's not worth it.
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[It's not like he relishes the idea, but wouldn't it help?]
You're going to be forced into some pretty fucked up situations again and again here until we somehow meet whatever asinine 'end' it is that they want us to reach.
[Whatever the hell that's supposed to be. He still doesn't know.]
At least this would still give you a stressful situation. I know it's shitty but with this method no one is actually getting hurt due to the assholes in charge.
Honestly, that's the closest you'll come to getting real authentic practice in while not in a life threatening situation.
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[ The part of him that is so tied up into feeling, in the empathy that came as naturally to him as breathing feels and can't feel differently. The logic is there; Forte is not wrong. What had he expected of coming here? ]
[ His mouth is dry. He thinks, for a moment, that practice and study on himself would be preferable. He can handle it if it's himself (it's not). Phoenix swallows something down as he wagers his own feelings and thoughts and pulls them in before answering: ]
I'm not making you relive things that you hate.
[ He says after a moment. ]
And I know why you don't like them. I haven't gotten a single good one, I don't blame you. I don't want you to do that when it's already hard for you.
I can figure something else out.
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He sighs heavily, before running a hand through his hair.]
Then I'll look into breathing exercises or something. That can at least ground you some, even if it doesn't remove the problem.
[He'll do some research.]
In the meantime, we can still practice the healing bit.
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I can figure it out. I already spoke to Nana. She said that other than someone with a nullifying blessing the only ones who might be able to help are the Showmaster or Ticketmaster.
[ Which are probably out of the question, but Well what people don't know won't hurt them. ]
People probably get accidentally hurt all the time, right? Or a col?
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[At least she's honest. At least she's usually a lot more willing to talk when she can.]
I'm sure people get hurt or struggle with colds all the time. I'm just sayin'... I think you're gonna get a lot more useful practice in while doing it under a bit of duress.
. . . As shitty as that is.
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[ Here being outside of the dorms. Which is weird to think about when they're simply on the boat. ]
[ He makes a face. ] ... I can start this way for now and see what happens. I already have a lot of practice being around high-emotion situations. It might not be that bad.
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If I thought you weren't, I wouldn't have come here.
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Yeah, yeah. I'm a bonafide saint these days.