[ his voice goes up. He's yelling now, screaming at her, feelings intertwined in absolute rage and self deprecation. She can't help but cringe. His hands sink into his hair and a hand reaches out for them before he absolutely lets loose. What is she supposed to do? What does she say to him? What can you say? He...t-to his dad...
...of course it's scary. Of course he's scary, but there's someone nice in there who makes mushrooms slightly more edible, and someone who loves his pokemon without fail, and...where is he? Which one's the right one? ]
Don't yell at me! [ she retorts with some anger. Bitter. Maybe a mob boss always stays a mob boss. Maybe his goons were liars, and he is just as weak and monstrous as he claims. A man who stole a pokemon from a preschooler. Who clubbed his-- that man to the point of breaking the clubs. Maybe he's as bad as he says. Luna's angry, fist shaking-- she just wants to punch him in the nose and scream back. After all, she's just worried!
...and she is worried. Scared. Is this the same guy? Who is this man?Who's she really worried for-- herself, or Guzma?
She scowls and turns her face away. It's not good. None of it is. ]
Some trash can be treasure. [ she thinks of Ren, who found, amongst a pile of rotting food in an abandoned market in a world she'd never understand...a small, plastic flower clip. And she was so excited-- she babbled about it to Luna with vigor...even though it was ordinary. Even though it was so plain, and small, and...it didn't have a point. It was just her treasure. Luna bites her lip. A genuinely good person-- that's what Ren is, because Luna's struggling to see the curbside appeal. ]
If you're such trash, why do so many other people love you?! Idiot!! [ she's yelling back now. ] I can't make you see it. I can't make you see how much people care about you-- even if they could be hurt they still care! I still care! Because you're you!! Why do you have t-to... [ she chokes on her words. Eyes are hot. Heart is pounding. ] ...b-be so mean?! No one here has ever asked you to change...have they?! That's wrong, and...!! [ she can't talk well now, the tears are in full stream, and she's so angry that she just has to keep talking-- she has so much more to say besides a choked sob. Besides an infuriated growl. ]
N-no one hates you for who you were...th-they love you for who y-you are...!
[ she sucks in a breath and then screams at him. As loud as she can. ]
IDIOT!!
[ does it hurt to hear the truth? She keeps her eyes shut tightly, arms trembling. Body shaking. You want to be a monster? Here's your chance. She huffs out a breath of air, exhausted at the amount of air that just left her lungs. Don't yell at a kid, Guzma. She doesn't know how to be an adult about it.
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...of course it's scary. Of course he's scary, but there's someone nice in there who makes mushrooms slightly more edible, and someone who loves his pokemon without fail, and...where is he? Which one's the right one? ]
Don't yell at me! [ she retorts with some anger. Bitter. Maybe a mob boss always stays a mob boss. Maybe his goons were liars, and he is just as weak and monstrous as he claims. A man who stole a pokemon from a preschooler. Who clubbed his-- that man to the point of breaking the clubs. Maybe he's as bad as he says. Luna's angry, fist shaking-- she just wants to punch him in the nose and scream back. After all, she's just worried!
...and she is worried. Scared. Is this the same guy? Who is this man?Who's she really worried for-- herself, or Guzma?
She scowls and turns her face away. It's not good. None of it is. ]
Some trash can be treasure. [ she thinks of Ren, who found, amongst a pile of rotting food in an abandoned market in a world she'd never understand...a small, plastic flower clip. And she was so excited-- she babbled about it to Luna with vigor...even though it was ordinary. Even though it was so plain, and small, and...it didn't have a point. It was just her treasure. Luna bites her lip. A genuinely good person-- that's what Ren is, because Luna's struggling to see the curbside appeal. ]
If you're such trash, why do so many other people love you?! Idiot!! [ she's yelling back now. ] I can't make you see it. I can't make you see how much people care about you-- even if they could be hurt they still care! I still care! Because you're you!! Why do you have t-to... [ she chokes on her words. Eyes are hot. Heart is pounding. ] ...b-be so mean?! No one here has ever asked you to change...have they?! That's wrong, and...!! [ she can't talk well now, the tears are in full stream, and she's so angry that she just has to keep talking-- she has so much more to say besides a choked sob. Besides an infuriated growl. ]
N-no one hates you for who you were...th-they love you for who y-you are...!
[ she sucks in a breath and then screams at him. As loud as she can. ]
IDIOT!!
[ does it hurt to hear the truth? She keeps her eyes shut tightly, arms trembling. Body shaking. You want to be a monster? Here's your chance. She huffs out a breath of air, exhausted at the amount of air that just left her lungs. Don't yell at a kid, Guzma. She doesn't know how to be an adult about it.
She's just a kid, after all. ]