by Glenn » Wed May 15, 2013 5:16 am
Elliot had an animal cleverness. Was it ironic that Zilliah just called humans vermin and yet the boy before him, the one he went to now could, at times, express a sort of pack mentality. Everything he'd said so far was something he could guess at, though, something that he could work out. Even Elliot could be insightful now and again. The boy was coming from a caring place, whether the fae cared about that or not. Everything so far fit, even if clumsily. His tone shifted again, and suddenly everything changed. "She's not the girl she was then." Confusion, affection, exasperation, shyness, admiration, resentment, maybe even a little fear. Maybe even something else. It was a flurry of emotion all at once. "She knows what she wants and.. and.. she knows it so well that the truth doesn't matter to her."
He paused for a moment. He had to. These were big thoughts and Elliot wasn't up to voicing them, wasn't up to finding the words. "It's just.. I think she's going to get what she wants, Zill. I don't think you can stop it, ok? I'm not even sure I could." and in the rogue's mind, THAT was saying something. "It's going to happen and what you can do is shield them from the consequences best you can, right? I'll help with that if you want. I will." Elliot would try to put a hand on Zilliah's shoulder, much as he had done with the teenager.