01-10-2020, 03:10 PM
Something about watching someone struggle like this, with their emotions, watching someone be upset without being able to do anything about it, it didn't feel right.
It was like his essence was yelling at him that he had some sort of power to do something about this. But he didn't - what could he possibly do? He was just a spider, a failure of a scientist, who could barely see Roy's face but could hear the struggle to get his words out, and could feel the shaking of his breath. A despicable task to put on his shoulders, as he carried a deep trauma with him, and - well, from Abathur's point of view, it seemed he was on edge because discussions were all about asking questions, and the child definitely had an aversion to that already. It was unknown to him the exact nature of what happened to him, but it was still there, hovering like a storm cloud ready to rain on his parade at any moment.
But he couldn't do anything to help whom he tentatively called a friend.
The spider stayed there, though, instead of just passing by like he had no business. He stood in audience, thinking of something to prompt the discussion. That was what he did best, after all - thinking and asking questions. Even if his life pursuits were a bit not-on-the-table anymore, he could still do that, at least. Well, he wasn't there for the apparent intrusion, so it might be a good idea to ask for that to be promoted, even though he had heard the gist of it both from the meeting and hearsay. That, and he was unsure of any of the Pitt's other sins, Kydobi in particular. There were a lot of things he didn't know, but - well, might as well start with the ground-level knowledge and build context around that. "What were exact events at border?" he asked, smoothly, the exhaustion in his voice not present for the first time since he had realized he was going blind.
It was like his essence was yelling at him that he had some sort of power to do something about this. But he didn't - what could he possibly do? He was just a spider, a failure of a scientist, who could barely see Roy's face but could hear the struggle to get his words out, and could feel the shaking of his breath. A despicable task to put on his shoulders, as he carried a deep trauma with him, and - well, from Abathur's point of view, it seemed he was on edge because discussions were all about asking questions, and the child definitely had an aversion to that already. It was unknown to him the exact nature of what happened to him, but it was still there, hovering like a storm cloud ready to rain on his parade at any moment.
But he couldn't do anything to help whom he tentatively called a friend.
The spider stayed there, though, instead of just passing by like he had no business. He stood in audience, thinking of something to prompt the discussion. That was what he did best, after all - thinking and asking questions. Even if his life pursuits were a bit not-on-the-table anymore, he could still do that, at least. Well, he wasn't there for the apparent intrusion, so it might be a good idea to ask for that to be promoted, even though he had heard the gist of it both from the meeting and hearsay. That, and he was unsure of any of the Pitt's other sins, Kydobi in particular. There were a lot of things he didn't know, but - well, might as well start with the ground-level knowledge and build context around that. "What were exact events at border?" he asked, smoothly, the exhaustion in his voice not present for the first time since he had realized he was going blind.
tags - "speech"