[ The problem is that apologies mean very little to Erik. They always seem to ring hollow in his ears, even when they’re meant with some level of sincerity. I’m sorry, for what happened in the camps. I truly am.
I’m sorry, my friend. But we do not.
They mean little to someone who’s had little reason to apologise in his life, even if fresh guilt gnaws at him and makes him unsure, but now - but now he breathes and looks at her, and he shakes his head. If it’ll get her to relax about it, to have some of that awkward, irritating tension bleed away, then - ]
Fine.
[ Sinking a little deeper into the water, Erik focuses on relaxation, on allowing himself to feel his own tense anger fade into nothingness. He can’t help the urge to summon metal and let it flex between his fingers, the molten mishmash of coins he’d found dancing around his fingers as he lets his attention focus back on Akina. Isn’t it nicer, to look at a pretty woman than think of harsh memories?
Unfortunately, Erik isn’t a marvellous conversationalist either. Not with strangers, not with people he doesn’t know, or those who don’t hold a scrap of his trust. The metal melts a little until he tightens it, shaping it idly in to a bullet, a circle, an X. ]
Why don’t you tell me something interesting you’ve learned here?
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I’m sorry, my friend. But we do not.
They mean little to someone who’s had little reason to apologise in his life, even if fresh guilt gnaws at him and makes him unsure, but now - but now he breathes and looks at her, and he shakes his head. If it’ll get her to relax about it, to have some of that awkward, irritating tension bleed away, then - ]
Fine.
[ Sinking a little deeper into the water, Erik focuses on relaxation, on allowing himself to feel his own tense anger fade into nothingness. He can’t help the urge to summon metal and let it flex between his fingers, the molten mishmash of coins he’d found dancing around his fingers as he lets his attention focus back on Akina. Isn’t it nicer, to look at a pretty woman than think of harsh memories?
Unfortunately, Erik isn’t a marvellous conversationalist either. Not with strangers, not with people he doesn’t know, or those who don’t hold a scrap of his trust. The metal melts a little until he tightens it, shaping it idly in to a bullet, a circle, an X. ]
Why don’t you tell me something interesting you’ve learned here?