[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

Comments

[secondthoughts]

[ It's so clear in hindsight. Hector's question of what happened to you was clearly Cubia meddling in Barrett's person. Which obviously wasn't his fault. But it tugs in a weird way to know that Hector wasn't there to help him. He wasn't even there to know what happened. If only he had done something differently, or said something, maybe he could've done something to prevent this from happening... Now all he can do is help patch things up and pick up the pieces.

Hector's close enough that he can lean forward in his chair, grip Barrett's shoulder firmly, and fix him with a steady gaze. ]

I'm sorry, too. I didn't know what was going on, and I wish I'd done more to help you. You're okay, Barrett.

[ He didn't even know about Cubia until it was too late. He was too blasé, and then he was on the back foot when it actually mattered...

He leans back in his chair, hand retreating to fiddle with the hem of his clothes. ]

I don't think anyone blames you. Everyone kinda gets the bigger picture, and...I think people have a clear distinction between you and whatever Cubia's infection was making you do.

[ At least, that's how it is for Hector. ]

[gluttoning]

...I don't know if it's that simple anymore.

[The sentiment and solidarity feels nice. But he knows the comments he's already received, from friends and strangers alike, have been mixed. Some are willing to forgive. Some may never want to. He was still himself when be chose to speak to Cubia the first time, and many times after that. So he knows he can't blame people for being upset at his own ignorance.]

But... I can't really take anything back now. All I can do is try to help make things right.

I don't want his paradise. I just want to get everyone home.

[secondthoughts]

[ Ah. Well, Hector probably has his blind spots. His unyielding faith means, in a weird naive way, he's willing to forgive Barrett and Mithrun for what they've done. And he fully expects everyone else to do the same. It's straightforward in his mind. ]

Neither do I.

[ He relaxes, looks at Barrett. ]

I'll do whatever I can to help you, too.

[gluttoning]

...

Could you have more cake with me, then?

[secondthoughts]

[ Barrett is very lucky, because the laugh Hector gives is more akin to a soft chuckle. A giggle, if you may. This is rare, and Barrett deserves it. ]

Sure.

[ He reaches for the container again and hands it off to the big son for him to cut it up.

It's hard to describe how relieved Hector is that he's alive. Sharing cake with him is probably the best thing he could ask for. ]