[He definitely doesn't give the age gap between them much thought these days— it was one thing when they were growing up and she was noticeably much younger than Holst and himself, but these days, that line is a lot blurrier. They're both adults, and he doesn't think about it much more than that, for the most part.
Age doesn't mean a whole lot— until someone else enters the picture, apparently.]
I didn't say you couldn't, just— seems weird, that's all. I mean, do you even know anything real about him?
[Hilda doesn't even try to hide the way she rolls her eyes at him.]
Of course not. That's why I'd like to go to dinner and see what he's actually like.
[It's not that complicated??? Although she definitely made it a little more complicated by insinuating things that aren't actually true. Like that she's maybe into him.]
And yes, he technically killed me back in the dream. But I killed him back, and neither of us are actually dead-dead, so it balances out.
He opens his mouth to argue that point, but immediately closes it a moment later. Alright, yeah. That reason for going to dinner tracks, at least. That's what people do. Why, then, is he even more bothered by it than he'd been a few moments ago?
Weird.]
I don't think that's how that works! I mean, you're not dead-dead, but you were still dead for a little while there.
[And given some of the nightmares she'd been involved in not so long ago... really, there's more than petty jealousy at play here.]
That's really why I came over. I was worried about you, you know?
[With that, Hilda deflates. He's not here to pick a fight, and she knows it. He's looking out for her--not a single mention of 'Holst would want me to' to boot.
She sighs softly.]
I know, I know. And... thanks. Really. I'm okay. Like I said, getting the warning ahead of time and knowing it was just a "play" made this a lot less traumatizing.
[After the last time she died, that much is a huge mercy and has made the difference between accepting the situation as it was and another round of trauma.]
Just... don't hold that against Dohalim, okay? His hands were tied just like mine where.
[Holst definitely would want him to— but she's right. Holst isn't the reason he's here today, just like he didn't come here to argue. He's here because of her, even if he struggles to articular or understand exactly why.
That part is a work in progress, but he can still be here.]
... right.
[He exhales slowly; his shoulders sink as he lets go of some of his ire. It was a rough deal for everyone involved, wasn't it?]
I just got...
[Jealous? No way, he's not saying that.]
Guess I'm kind of overprotective sometimes. That's my job.
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Age doesn't mean a whole lot— until someone else enters the picture, apparently.]
I didn't say you couldn't, just— seems weird, that's all. I mean, do you even know anything real about him?
[He's not jealous. Definitely not.]
Also, didn't he technically kill you?
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Of course not. That's why I'd like to go to dinner and see what he's actually like.
[It's not that complicated??? Although she definitely made it a little more complicated by insinuating things that aren't actually true. Like that she's maybe into him.]
And yes, he technically killed me back in the dream. But I killed him back, and neither of us are actually dead-dead, so it balances out.
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He opens his mouth to argue that point, but immediately closes it a moment later. Alright, yeah. That reason for going to dinner tracks, at least. That's what people do. Why, then, is he even more bothered by it than he'd been a few moments ago?
Weird.]
I don't think that's how that works! I mean, you're not dead-dead, but you were still dead for a little while there.
[And given some of the nightmares she'd been involved in not so long ago... really, there's more than petty jealousy at play here.]
That's really why I came over. I was worried about you, you know?
[It's kind of a big deal.]
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She sighs softly.]
I know, I know. And... thanks. Really. I'm okay. Like I said, getting the warning ahead of time and knowing it was just a "play" made this a lot less traumatizing.
[After the last time she died, that much is a huge mercy and has made the difference between accepting the situation as it was and another round of trauma.]
Just... don't hold that against Dohalim, okay? His hands were tied just like mine where.
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That part is a work in progress, but he can still be here.]
... right.
[He exhales slowly; his shoulders sink as he lets go of some of his ire. It was a rough deal for everyone involved, wasn't it?]
I just got...
[Jealous? No way, he's not saying that.]
Guess I'm kind of overprotective sometimes. That's my job.