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[Connor nods- the diagnosis isn't wrong. He looks to Myr as they enter the park though, with Trouble doing its best to keep up with Crookytail. It isn't really succeeding, but it's trying so hard.]

You want to hear about it?

[He frowns a little.]

You already know most of it, don't you?

[Crookytail gets several long bounds ahead of Trouble before realizing this isn't much of a race. It stops, then doubles back on itself to rejoin the other wormipede and urge it on.]

I know most of the events, [Myr replies,] but not how you feel about it, or what you're thinking now about your role in all of this.

Though, [more softly,] I've my guesses from how miserable you seem. Do you want to talk about that part of it?

[Connor watches Trouble and decides it definitely needs a bit more exercise. Maybe two walks a day instead of one? In any case, Connor hesitates before nodding, despite Myr being unable to see it. Maybe he needs this.

The words are already spilling out of his mouth before he has a chance to reconsider.]

I feel like a failure.

[The admission stings, and Connor lowers his gaze to watch the wormipedes again.]

And I think the worst part isn't that I failed myself- it's that I failed my friends. I betrayed your trust for no good reason. I let my emotions get the better of me. And I'm sorry.

[Words cannot describe just how sorry he is.]

[Myr cannot look at Connor, but the tilt of his head and twitching of his ears signals his utter focus on what the android's saying.]

You are not a failure, [he says, gently.] You made a wrong choice in trying to protect someone you care about, and hurt yourself in hurting us. And--while it does still hurt, and I can't say anything for Linden--I forgive you for doing it.

How long have you even had emotions, the way we do? [How long had it been since that memory he'd shared with the android?]

[Connor can't tell if the words make him feel better or worse, because he betrayed Myr's trust and here the Faun is, trying to make him feel better. Myr is a good man... Connor doesn't think he deserves his kindness.]

I had only been slowly developing them over the course of the week leading up to my arrival here... So around one year and almost five months.

[It feels like such a long time ago that he arrived here, not knowing what to expect.]

[Oh, it had only been that long.

...it had only been that long.

Myr's eyebrows raise over the top of his blindfold.]

Little spark, [he says, gently,] we mortals--most of us--have had to deal with emotions all our lives and we still make that sort of mistake. How is it fair to expect you to be more perfect than that?

[Little spark? What an endearing nickname... the kind that makes Connor feel cared for despite the fact he doesn't deserve it.]

I was built to be perfect. Humans are fallible, but I was supposed to be... better.

[He winces- it sounds so conceited, but it's what he was programmed to believe. Yes, he broke free of the control over him, but some ideals and habits have stuck with him.]

But I was never programmed to apply emotions to my problems. It's so much harder to do the logical thing when your emotions are pulling you in the opposite direction. I failed in that regard... I let them get the better of me.

[Too bad, Connor, you're getting aggressively cared for.

Myr breathes out a quiet huff at the android's assertion, a noise just constrained from being an unhappy little laugh. Wasn't that exactly what the SQUIP had claimed, too? Of course shems would have the overweening arrogance to believe they could make perfect creatures to guide and guard them.

Of course it wouldn't work, and of course their creations would suffer for it.]

How could imperfect creators make a perfect creation? They've placed an unfair expectation on you, expecting you to be what they aren't.

[Whatever trace of frustrated amusement at Connor's creators might be in Myr's expression melts away to sympathy as the android continues.]

You did get it wrong this time--but you also learned, didn't you? Part of the genius in your Making was that you can learn. You do beautifully at that. Better to focus on what you can take from your mistakes than blame yourself endlessly for making them, little spark.

It really is much harder to think when you're emotional, though. Has no one ever taught you how to do it?

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I want to learn without hurting others in the process.

[That would be the ideal scenario... or if he could just download some kind of update to his software that helped him regulate his emotions better.]

But no, nobody has ever taught me how to... cope. It's difficult, sometimes. I have to keep from becoming overwhelmed, or else I could self destruct.

[And staying calm has been exceptionally difficult recently.]

So do we all, but there's no world I've heard of where mortals learn without making mistakes. And mistakes can hurt people.

[There are deeper theological considerations Myr could dwell on here, but that's something for another time.]

So we have to make best use of what we do learn, so none of that's in vain.

[...And then he actually stops walking, the fur on the back of his neck rising in alarm as Connor continues.

Aghast,] You could die if you become too emotional?

[Not precisely a foreign concept to a mage, but shocking even so.]

[Connor stops too, watching Myr as the fur on his neck stands up.]

Yes, unfortunately. I've managed to avoid such a fate so far, but everything... builds up.

[It's not just recent events. There's a backlog of grief there from losing the SQUIP and Justine. Trauma from being tortured in those cells by the Rathmores. He's never addressed any of it.]

It's becoming harder to keep myself stable.

[He smiles slightly, a habit of his meant to appease people, but it's a sad thing- and it's the sadness that carries in his voice.]

Maker's breath, [Myr's voice is a near-whisper.

He turns in Connor's direction, head tipped back as if he'd like to look the android in the eyes. (If he were aimed in the right direction.)]

Am I the first person you've told about this?

Yes.

[He hadn't wanted to worry anyone. He hadn't wanted to make this about him. It really hadn't been any of his business, and he'd pushed his way in anyway. He should have left it to the people who knew better. He should have known this was only going to end badly. He'd... miscalculated.]

I don't know what to do, Myr.

[He feels helpless, and he hates it.]

[This...isn't as much of a surprise as Myr thought it would be.

It's not even a foreign situation to him, worse. The Circles demanded a level of self-control and self-denial some mages just couldn't manage, but tried anyway, and tried to keep their struggling entirely secret from their Circlemates.

This is not the first time he's been last in line before a disaster...even not counting the time since he'd Bonded to L.

He takes a breath to steady himself, smoothing a hand through hair and fur both. When he speaks again, his voice is steady.]

We're going to sit down, first, since I'd not like to trip over something while we're talking about this.

[At "sit down", Crookytail leaves off lolloping around with Trouble and undulates over to nudge up against Myr's ankles. There's a bench nearby the wormipede can guide him to, at least.]

Then we'll talk about what to do.

[Connor nods even though Myr can't see it, with Trouble oozing back over (much slower than Crookytail) to see what's going on. Connor leans down to pick up the wormipede and carry him over to the bench, assuming Myr can handle getting to it fine on his own. He does keep an eye on him just incase, though.]

Thanks for this. I think I've needed to talk about it for a while now.

[Myr does make it safely to the bench with Crookytail's help, and promptly plunks down on it. He sets his staff and bag off to his side of it, leaving them to the wormipede to guard.]

It sounds as if you have. How long as this been going on?

[The urge is very much there to reach out and put a reassuring hand on Connor. He folds his hands in his lap for the moment to resist it (speaking of Circle discipline).]

I... I'm not sure.

[He has a perfect memory, but where his emotions are concerned it's difficult to say. He doesn't always recognise what his emotions are supposed to be.]

I think losing Justine and the SQUIP was upsetting, but I've noticed that ever since the Rathmores tortured me I've been...

[He doesn't know what the word is. He gestures emphatically to his chest, as if Myr could see it and understand what he means.]

I don't know. I've never been asked to put my emotions into words before. It's difficult. I'm sorry.

[Myr's expression and ears both fall--at the mention of Justine, and the Rathmores. (It's harder to be upset about the loss of the SQUIP, though knowing what losing it had done to Connor means he can, at least, try.)

He can't see the gesture but can infer something of it, from the sound and the way the air moves around them.]

Don't be, little spark, [he says, gently.] This is hard work you've never done before.

[A breath, in and out.] Since the Rathmores tortured you, you've been...wounded. Afraid? Helpless? Angry?

Helpless.

[That seems to fit.]

I couldn't stop them. And it... scared me. When I was freed, I spent a good while being afraid it would happen again. Even after they were executed, I felt unsafe. Incapable of protecting myself anymore.

[But what does he expect? He can fight, but magic will always win out over fists. And the only magic he has either requires him to be wet, or for water to be nearby.]

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