"Rikku," he said, quietly and carefully, but with a force of conviction behind it that had hadn't had a moment before, "say all of it. Any of it. Any time. It ain't petty or selfish to not be okay with it. I'm not okay with it. It ain't easy to talk about, and you got... You got so much goin' on that makes it a miracle that you're listenin' at all."
There was a pause.
"That's sayin' a lot. I don't even fuckin' believe in miracles. I just dunno if I should be drawin' a line because you can't or don't or won't do it yourself, when it gets too much. I mean, you probably got so much goin' on, too, and you let it peer out sometimes. I see it. S'my job to see it..."
It was time to let the ferret try to eat his finger. Good boy.
He didn't want to say the rest. It was his job to see it. And then to rip it apart and torture it and drag everything worthwhile out of it and then throw the shredded meat and bones to the coeurls. But damn if he didn't see it.
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There was a pause.
"That's sayin' a lot. I don't even fuckin' believe in miracles. I just dunno if I should be drawin' a line because you can't or don't or won't do it yourself, when it gets too much. I mean, you probably got so much goin' on, too, and you let it peer out sometimes. I see it. S'my job to see it..."
It was time to let the ferret try to eat his finger. Good boy.
He didn't want to say the rest. It was his job to see it. And then to rip it apart and torture it and drag everything worthwhile out of it and then throw the shredded meat and bones to the coeurls. But damn if he didn't see it.