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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:48:26 GMT -5
"Condemning you to Hell is an answer to nothing," ::Pietro was rigid in his thoughts, and Mina had been all words, all the religious nonsense he had long-since stopped believing, and nothing else.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:51:28 GMT -5
"I'm not talking about Hell, Pietro. I never believed in hell. I'm talking about what I'm capable of." Her eyes were red; crying was not the solution to anything, but she couldn't prevent it. "And I cannot stand the fact that I tried to kill someone." The words were bitter.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:55:20 GMT -5
::Pietro was not as soft as Uncle on the topic of killing, not as pure as Scott who was the same way. Killing in self-defense, killing to protect, those were necessary facets of life; nothing would change his mind. Murder for pleasure or money, those were evils of the world, but he didn't see this the same way that she did. The proof was in the pudding, and a man was alive.
He wasn't unmoved by her tears, in fact he wished to dry them, but also knew that she could curl into herself when upset and despite the open policy on touch, it could be viewed as condescending and thus didn't. Not yet.:: "You're not capable."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 23, 2008 20:40:33 GMT -5
She flicked her glance towards him and then away. "Don't be so sure."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 24, 2008 20:09:18 GMT -5
::Pietro remained firm in his belief. He had a black and white view of ethics, and she fell in the white side, when all was considered.:: "You didn't kill him, and you say you cannot stand the thought. You aren't capable."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 24, 2008 20:15:23 GMT -5
She looked at him again, eyes still reddened. "It...wasn't the same. I couldn't be cold, like I used to be when I didn't care who died. I wasn't angry, I didn't feel anything. But what happens when I do get angry? That's what scares me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 24, 2008 20:16:51 GMT -5
"You make a choice," ::Pietro said simply. His worldview could be profound in its simplicity.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 24, 2008 20:18:36 GMT -5
"It's not just that simple." She turned away again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 24, 2008 20:21:13 GMT -5
"I'm the last person to tell you violence is never justified," ::Pietro began. They both knew how often he depended on it, but he didn't operate outside of his "comfort level" if one could call it that. Not that he was ever truly comfortable.:: "And a temper is healthy lest the world walk over you. But a temper you don't control is of no use to anyone."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 24, 2008 20:24:09 GMT -5
"Then you just gave me my answer," she replied quietly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 24, 2008 20:28:21 GMT -5
"Channel your anger," ::Pietro said, not speaking to what he thought she had taken from his statement. He would get his point across, if it required multiple attempts. He was used to that.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 24, 2008 20:36:27 GMT -5
"It's hard to channel it when you're in the middle of a fight," she replied, attempting to explain. "You saw me once, when I just let my power go, in the scrapyard. You weren't hurt because I instinctively didn't want to hurt you. When that instinct isn't there...I harm people, Pietro. Just in a rush of power and anger. And I don't want to, but by the time I become aware again..." She offered her hand in a philosophical gesture.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 19:12:50 GMT -5
"Instinct can be learned," ::Pietro replied simply. He and Wanda both had learned how to channel their anger; it wasn't easy. He couldn't say it was, but it was possible.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 19:23:59 GMT -5
She remained silent, her arms around her knees. What he said was true, and she knew it was, but fighting against her power was a little like injecting a drug addict with heroin and then telling them not to get high. It was why she fought so hard against using the full extent of her powers, and ultimately why it frightened her to be leaving a place where almost everyone's mutation provided some sort of protection against her. She accepted Mina's words, not because she agreed with the bigotry or the pseudo-Christian clap trap, but because she knew that somehow Mina had recognized the danger- maybe in Typhoid's mother, maybe in the girls as they grew older. She simply didn't know.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 19:26:03 GMT -5
::The moments dragged on, perhaps seconds, perhaps minutes. To Pietro, it was hours, but he remained silent, watching and waiting for her to react further or to change the subject. She had to know he was willing to help her fight this, as he had been to help her with so much else this past year.::
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