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Date: 2018-01-26 10:10 pm (UTC)Jim's waving one hand in between them as if trying to clear the air. The gesture is sharp and quick, belying how raw his frustration is no matter how hard he tries to keep his voice down. It's there again, like a swarm of buzzing bees looming over him. Waiting for him to crack even a little bit. Waiting to sting and gouge at his insides with knifing pain until only numb acceptance is left.
Anything to make it go away. Jim tries again and tries to breathe deep before he speaks.
"You can't be me, Isidor. If you can't go to Harrowheart or Viatorus then fine. Talk to someone who gets it. Someone who knows the score and isn't afraid to call you out on your shit. If you can't trust anyone at home then find someone here. Fuck, go to their world a dimension away from all the judgemental eyes you're so worried about. The substance of what I'm saying stands true. Don't--do not try to hold it all inside of you alone. I've been there, I've lived that, and I've died doing that. Might not get you as quickly as it did me but...that's what I'm trying to tell you."