[Well, that... Certainly silences Ian, at least for a moment. This would probably be an easier conversation to have if he couldn't understand exactly where his other self was coming from. Perhaps not as keenly, but - it had been similar, just after Shiro's death. That blank point in time, when he'd stumbled to their home, his strange new gun clutched in his hand like a lifeline...
At that time, he'd reached out desperately the only way he'd known how. He may not have been able to help himself, but helping the women he came across - it had acted as a balm, of sorts.
Of course, there's no point in returning to that suggestion. It was a poor method of self-help to begin with, and given what Ian knows of the situation, anything even resembling romance should be off the table for a fairly long while.]
So... that's it, then? When your goal is achieved, you'll give up?
[Ian can't believe that for a second. He knows himself better than that. He knows that even if it's claimed he's run out of anger, that bubbling loathing for Aigaron will at least take more than this to fade.]
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At that time, he'd reached out desperately the only way he'd known how. He may not have been able to help himself, but helping the women he came across - it had acted as a balm, of sorts.
Of course, there's no point in returning to that suggestion. It was a poor method of self-help to begin with, and given what Ian knows of the situation, anything even resembling romance should be off the table for a fairly long while.]
So... that's it, then? When your goal is achieved, you'll give up?
[Ian can't believe that for a second. He knows himself better than that. He knows that even if it's claimed he's run out of anger, that bubbling loathing for Aigaron will at least take more than this to fade.]