[Elrond's gentle tone, as neutral as a truce, does nothing to lower Wilhelm's defenses. He feels cornered in this conversation, anxiety and paranoia compounding into one wild beast inside his chest. Until now, his room has provided him the space to ignore anyone he doesn't want to talk to. The space to fall apart when he's too exhausted from trying to hold himself together. Now that space is robbed from him by this bewilderingly serene and penetrating presence.
He knows that thought is unfair the second it cracks open in his head. Elrond has done nothing wrong; he's had no more choice in the matter than Wilhelm. But he thinks it nonetheless. Shrugging tightly, he grasps for something to say.]
Well, yeah. It's just super fucked up.
[There's a stubbornness in the set of his jaw, the furrow of his eyebrows.]
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He knows that thought is unfair the second it cracks open in his head. Elrond has done nothing wrong; he's had no more choice in the matter than Wilhelm. But he thinks it nonetheless. Shrugging tightly, he grasps for something to say.]
Well, yeah. It's just super fucked up.
[There's a stubbornness in the set of his jaw, the furrow of his eyebrows.]