DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

GIVE ME A SHITPOST

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[highrisk]

I don't wanna get into the specifics.

[fleshedout]

...

[She's hitting a fist into the palm of her other hand.]

Maybe I'll punch them.

[highrisk]

... Nah. They were right.

[fleshedout]

About what, specifically? You not doing things right?

[highrisk]

[ ...... ]

Yeah.

[fleshedout]

But you have friends, so you're doing things right. Some things.

[highrisk]

[ hrm. squiggly feelings. a little bit of warm, but also a whole lot of bitter. ]

I mean, I'm trying...

[fleshedout]

...

I think we're all trying, Damien. That's the great secret. There's no handbook to it. Just following some tips, and hoping for the best.

[highrisk]

Following some tips is more than I ever got for this kind of thing.

My ability kicked in when I was eight. I only had to start trying a couple months ago.

[fleshedout]

[....Oh.]

You were alone for so long?

[highrisk]

[ sometimes you overshare just because you're in a bad mood ]

My parents left when I was thirteen.

[fleshedout]

[bullies damien for the lore]

...Why? Because of your ability?

[highrisk]

We had some petty fight and I wanted them to go away, so they did.

By the time my ability wore off they must have decided it was a blessing to have gotten away. So they stayed gone.

[fleshedout]

[........]

[She closes her eyes.]

What horrible parents you have, Damien. I'm sorry.

[highrisk]

Yeah, whatever.

[ but yes, he has just been alone ever since with... brief interludes until he fucked up and burned all those bridges too. ]

[fleshedout]

It's not "yeah, whatever".

[highrisk]

It was long enough ago that it kind of has to be.

[ except it's obviously still a sore subject since he brought it up...? ]

[fleshedout]

Has to be doesn't mean it can't be.

If I can be sad about the events of the past, so can you.

[highrisk]

I'm not - sad.

[fleshedout]

Angry?

[highrisk]

I don't care anymore. [ that's? obviously a lie. ] Worse things have happened.