She can yank on it all she likes; he is not going to let go until she calms down. Her attempts might be halfhearted now but he (and all of the Rangers) know how volatile she can be. He has a little more common sense than their Red Ranger. Just a little.
"You're stronger than that thing in your head. It's not helping you; it's holding you back from who you really are. I never got to tell you because of what happened, but I ate all of that food you brought that day. All of it." He doesn't meet her ire or raise his voice; he keeps calm and collected.
"I want you to be what you want to be, not what you think someone else wants. That's not living." It's a dumb move but he lets go of the staff with one hand to fish around in a pocket for something. ".. Got it." He produces a handkerchief (actually a fancy unused napkin he got here) and tries to dab at her face.
"I don't wanna see you cry. As for the path, it's one we can't go down. The girl I remember? The one who gagged at my cooking and smiled over toasted marshmallows? I can still see her and one day? I hope you do too and that she can find a reason to smile again."
"If I'm wrong and she's really gone.." Then he does it, he adjusts the staff for her and points it directly at his chest. He drops both arms down to his sides and waits, never taking his eyes off of her face. She needs to understand there are people here for her and if him being reckless makes that happen? It's worth the familiar burn of the current running through him.
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"You're stronger than that thing in your head. It's not helping you; it's holding you back from who you really are. I never got to tell you because of what happened, but I ate all of that food you brought that day. All of it." He doesn't meet her ire or raise his voice; he keeps calm and collected.
"I want you to be what you want to be, not what you think someone else wants. That's not living." It's a dumb move but he lets go of the staff with one hand to fish around in a pocket for something. ".. Got it." He produces a handkerchief (actually a fancy unused napkin he got here) and tries to dab at her face.
"I don't wanna see you cry. As for the path, it's one we can't go down. The girl I remember? The one who gagged at my cooking and smiled over toasted marshmallows? I can still see her and one day? I hope you do too and that she can find a reason to smile again."
"If I'm wrong and she's really gone.." Then he does it, he adjusts the staff for her and points it directly at his chest. He drops both arms down to his sides and waits, never taking his eyes off of her face. She needs to understand there are people here for her and if him being reckless makes that happen? It's worth the familiar burn of the current running through him.
"Go ahead."