[She wants to be the worst version of herself so. Damn. Badly. She doesn't understand. She wants to understand, because this is the first time anyone's actually bothered for her sake and all she wants is--]
Fine then! You completely overstepped in not listening to me; I asked you for protecting from that scoundrel, not from them, and not to be exposed like some Froakie on an amateur experimentation table! And maybe it is so wrong of me to want to try and understand and...and... [Jacinthe knows she shouldn't raise her voice like this, because she's the image of her mother right now, and maybe she is overthinking this. But that fire dies quicker than she thought it would, and she's left shaking again because she...
She really meant it, when she called him a friend. And maybe that's why it hurts so much, because even if Lebanne came close in her eyes, she never did this. He'll never know that. But try as she might to force up anger that she's feeling toward this, she finds she really can't. He stood up for her. He actually tried, and she just can't understand why he won't let her, and at this point the line feels blurred between whether or not this is an actual job or if she feels like she can call him something he has no right to be and--
Despite the initial yell, Jacinthe doesn't say anything else, and she actually has to turn away from him. The fury she summons up ends up dissipating, because more than anything, she feels hurt. She feels volatile, she feels so damn much all at once and she can't even tell if it's the information or if it's just that she feels shut out and she hates it.]
...You know what, maybe I overstepped, then. You're just here for a job. I should do well to remember that.
Take care.
[Jacinthe storms out, slamming the door behind her and hoping he doesn't follow. That he knows his place, as she should have. She'll just go have a cry in her boudoir and everything will be fine if he doesn't resign from his position. She wouldn't be surprised if he does.
(Maybe that'll learn her, that the only things she can trust in this world are herself and what money can buy. ...And her Sylveon, who's definitely getting cried into tonight.)]
[She's getting riled, so he's getting riled, and Corbeau adjusts his glasses as he leans forward to interject—
And she trails off, falling silent. He doesn't say anything, waiting for her to continue her tirade, but it seems like the fire's worn out. He's kind of disappointed, in all honesty. Arguing even something so pointless and stupid would at least be some form of release for all the tension that still hasn't fully left him after today's events. But she settles, redirects, and leaves.
...]
Damn it.
[Jacinthe was trying to help - at least partially - because that's what friends do. She may not be great at it, but it was an attempt, and he brushed it off. Sure, he still wouldn't call her a friend, but that's because you don't make friends easily or lightly in his line of work. Surely she's gotta realize that? It wasn't anything personal. He just... can't open himself up like that. Not for any reason. Especially not for something so sentimental and sappy as missing someone.
(Lysandre isn't even really gone. He hasn't reached out to him, and Lysandre hasn't reached out to him either. Sometimes he wonders if he should, but... Well, there's more important things to focus on right now.)
Corbeau returns to his room; sleep doesn't come easily tonight.]
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Fine then! You completely overstepped in not listening to me; I asked you for protecting from that scoundrel, not from them, and not to be exposed like some Froakie on an amateur experimentation table! And maybe it is so wrong of me to want to try and understand and...and... [Jacinthe knows she shouldn't raise her voice like this, because she's the image of her mother right now, and maybe she is overthinking this. But that fire dies quicker than she thought it would, and she's left shaking again because she...
She really meant it, when she called him a friend. And maybe that's why it hurts so much, because even if Lebanne came close in her eyes, she never did this. He'll never know that. But try as she might to force up anger that she's feeling toward this, she finds she really can't. He stood up for her. He actually tried, and she just can't understand why he won't let her, and at this point the line feels blurred between whether or not this is an actual job or if she feels like she can call him something he has no right to be and--
Despite the initial yell, Jacinthe doesn't say anything else, and she actually has to turn away from him. The fury she summons up ends up dissipating, because more than anything, she feels hurt. She feels volatile, she feels so damn much all at once and she can't even tell if it's the information or if it's just that she feels shut out and she hates it.]
...You know what, maybe I overstepped, then. You're just here for a job. I should do well to remember that.
Take care.
[Jacinthe storms out, slamming the door behind her and hoping he doesn't follow. That he knows his place, as she should have. She'll just go have a cry in her boudoir and everything will be fine if he doesn't resign from his position. She wouldn't be surprised if he does.
(Maybe that'll learn her, that the only things she can trust in this world are herself and what money can buy. ...And her Sylveon, who's definitely getting cried into tonight.)]
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And she trails off, falling silent. He doesn't say anything, waiting for her to continue her tirade, but it seems like the fire's worn out. He's kind of disappointed, in all honesty. Arguing even something so pointless and stupid would at least be some form of release for all the tension that still hasn't fully left him after today's events. But she settles, redirects, and leaves.
...]
Damn it.
[Jacinthe was trying to help - at least partially - because that's what friends do. She may not be great at it, but it was an attempt, and he brushed it off. Sure, he still wouldn't call her a friend, but that's because you don't make friends easily or lightly in his line of work. Surely she's gotta realize that? It wasn't anything personal. He just... can't open himself up like that. Not for any reason. Especially not for something so sentimental and sappy as missing someone.
(Lysandre isn't even really gone. He hasn't reached out to him, and Lysandre hasn't reached out to him either. Sometimes he wonders if he should, but... Well, there's more important things to focus on right now.)
Corbeau returns to his room; sleep doesn't come easily tonight.]