[ Well he can't deny that he'd hadn't been effect by the others words at camp- nor how they'd torn at his soul in such a deep way.]
You were under duress- I hardly took such words was gospel, John.
[ There's a tone in Caliban's voice but it's not annoyance- more like refrained control from keeping him from snapping back himself.
Still he lets John speak, his blond curls falling softly to the side as he gives a little nod.
John was right, of course, how could he not? And Caliban could see that pain pouring out of the other with every word like it was an open gushing wound. ]
And you think the price of perusing such a feeling, such proper justice is our love together- here.
[ John's not good at this — not good at confrontation like this. It's so much easier to just walk away — to run and never look back. Part of him thinks himself a fool for trying to speak to Caliban about this because it's frustrating him that the other pushes back. That he doesn't relent. That he doesn't just discard him like others might. Like others would. ]
Why are you looking to get yourself hurt? I'm giving you an out. So you don't get dragged down with me.
[ Why are you so stubborn, Caliban? Why do you care? ]
God- why can't you just be like everyone else and get rid of me?
Because I don't want to lose you, John. And you are something too precious to simply get rid of.
[ It was fundamentally that simple. He'd lost too many loves in his life already to care about some bullshit mutant rebellion as an excuse to lose John. The city could string up him for all he cared.
There was a sigh, though. A hand running though the demon's golden locks as he shifted on the spot. ]
...If you really feel this is something you need to do- if this is something you truly need to give up to do... this. If this is what gets your fire back- I can't demand you stop or change your mind.
[ Because he'd seen the results of John shutdown in the camp- and he hated that even more than the idea of being hurt by the city.]
Are you going to come back to me when you're done?
[ Because if he had to let John go... he had to know that he'd have the other in his arms again.]
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You were under duress- I hardly took such words was gospel, John.
[ There's a tone in Caliban's voice but it's not annoyance- more like refrained control from keeping him from snapping back himself.
Still he lets John speak, his blond curls falling softly to the side as he gives a little nod.
John was right, of course, how could he not? And Caliban could see that pain pouring out of the other with every word like it was an open gushing wound. ]
And you think the price of perusing such a feeling, such proper justice is our love together- here.
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Why are you looking to get yourself hurt? I'm giving you an out. So you don't get dragged down with me.
[ Why are you so stubborn, Caliban? Why do you care? ]
God- why can't you just be like everyone else and get rid of me?
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[ It was fundamentally that simple. He'd lost too many loves in his life already to care about some bullshit mutant rebellion as an excuse to lose John. The city could string up him for all he cared.
There was a sigh, though. A hand running though the demon's golden locks as he shifted on the spot. ]
...If you really feel this is something you need to do- if this is something you truly need to give up to do... this. If this is what gets your fire back- I can't demand you stop or change your mind.
[ Because he'd seen the results of John shutdown in the camp- and he hated that even more than the idea of being hurt by the city.]
Are you going to come back to me when you're done?
[ Because if he had to let John go... he had to know that he'd have the other in his arms again.]