I just...I just want to make everyone stop hurting so much. It's hard enough having to watch them get old and die so young, but knowing that they're hurting so much while they're here-...they deserve better!
He just wanted to help. It repeated like a broken record inside his head, more emotion than tangible thought-voice-words. Because yes, at the core of him was the instinctual need to ease the burdens of the people around him, to make thier lives easy, make them happy. But even more than that, if they weren't hurting, if their lives were easier, if they came to accept him and learn to love and help each other, than maybe they wouldn't have to hurt his sisters anymore, maybe there wouldn't be a constant, non-zero danger of them realizing he wasn't like they were and wanting to do to him what they'd done to Tessla, maybe life on the planet could just be easier.
I've tried so many times, to help them understand and make things easier for them. But somehow, trouble always finds me and they get hurt in the process, or they just won't listen, and then they bring the trouble, and it's like a neverending cycle.
He was honestly open to suggestions. But also, currently, he was beginning to feel a little exhausted. He reached up to wipe his face, sniffling roughly as fatigue made his emotions a bit harder to latch onto, blunting the edges of his sorrow, the way it always did when he had a big crying jag. It could be a bit of a blessing, when he had gotten himself too wound up, but it also made him tired enough that getting much further down the road was kind of a fool's errand.
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He just wanted to help. It repeated like a broken record inside his head, more emotion than tangible thought-voice-words. Because yes, at the core of him was the instinctual need to ease the burdens of the people around him, to make thier lives easy, make them happy. But even more than that, if they weren't hurting, if their lives were easier, if they came to accept him and learn to love and help each other, than maybe they wouldn't have to hurt his sisters anymore, maybe there wouldn't be a constant, non-zero danger of them realizing he wasn't like they were and wanting to do to him what they'd done to Tessla, maybe life on the planet could just be easier.
I've tried so many times, to help them understand and make things easier for them. But somehow, trouble always finds me and they get hurt in the process, or they just won't listen, and then they bring the trouble, and it's like a neverending cycle.
He was honestly open to suggestions. But also, currently, he was beginning to feel a little exhausted. He reached up to wipe his face, sniffling roughly as fatigue made his emotions a bit harder to latch onto, blunting the edges of his sorrow, the way it always did when he had a big crying jag. It could be a bit of a blessing, when he had gotten himself too wound up, but it also made him tired enough that getting much further down the road was kind of a fool's errand.