"I'm not," he says, and despite the words, he says them gently. As if he wishes it didn't have to be that way? But he accepts it. He lets out a breath.
"How about... I give you a little time to cool off. Think things through. Sort through whatever you need to sort through. You can take that machine, like I said: there's actually music on it, which you're welcome to listen to if you want? And we'll go into how you can do that yourself next time: a nice, neutral activity. We'll meet back up when you feel like it. Sound good?"
"I don't think I'm likely to stop being angry any time in the near future."
she warns him. She has a seemingly bottomless well of rage in the pit of
her stomach, clawing away at her. If she's being honest, she can't imagine
it ever fading. Going away for a little while isn't going to change that.
There's only so much sorting through that she expects to manage.
"I'll go. I'll see you for a guitar lesson soon?" Music still takes
priority.
"No, I don't expect you will. But. I threw a lot at you. You deserve a little time to digest. 'Cool off' in the sense of resting. Not... anything else." He offers her a lopsided smile. "I never really stop being angry either. Once it gets deep enough in you, it stays. In one form or another."
He won't go into the forms.
"I'll see you for guitar lessons. Of course. That doesn't change."
She nods. That's how it feels. Like her anger is here to stay.
Ulla takes another couple pieces of fruit before she rises to leave. "See
you then."
And she's off to her own cabin, resisting the urge to transform back to her
usual form, to be weightless underwater. She takes the the MP3 player with
her, not planning to wait for instructions to figure out how to make it
play music. That will keep her occupied for awhile.
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"How about... I give you a little time to cool off. Think things through. Sort through whatever you need to sort through. You can take that machine, like I said: there's actually music on it, which you're welcome to listen to if you want? And we'll go into how you can do that yourself next time: a nice, neutral activity. We'll meet back up when you feel like it. Sound good?"
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"I don't think I'm likely to stop being angry any time in the near future." she warns him. She has a seemingly bottomless well of rage in the pit of her stomach, clawing away at her. If she's being honest, she can't imagine it ever fading. Going away for a little while isn't going to change that. There's only so much sorting through that she expects to manage.
"I'll go. I'll see you for a guitar lesson soon?" Music still takes priority.
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"No, I don't expect you will. But. I threw a lot at you. You deserve a little time to digest. 'Cool off' in the sense of resting. Not... anything else." He offers her a lopsided smile. "I never really stop being angry either. Once it gets deep enough in you, it stays. In one form or another."
He won't go into the forms.
"I'll see you for guitar lessons. Of course. That doesn't change."
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She nods. That's how it feels. Like her anger is here to stay.
Ulla takes another couple pieces of fruit before she rises to leave. "See you then."
And she's off to her own cabin, resisting the urge to transform back to her usual form, to be weightless underwater. She takes the the MP3 player with her, not planning to wait for instructions to figure out how to make it play music. That will keep her occupied for awhile.