[ she says, firmly, looking at him after a moment. ] But I think I'm not exactly - you know, I don't know how well you know Hunter? But there's this thing about the both of you that I really like, admire, and it's how much fuckin' empathy you both have.
It's really good. I'm proud of you, for being able to understand, but I don't think I'm built like that. I don't think there's a single thing she could say to me that would make me not angry.
Throughout the whole memory, Isaac is goofier than he's been here in the mansion, but he's also meaner. Noticeably so, snapping at Isabel twice, then making demands of Max.
"You OWE me! You--"
"Yeah OK I'm stopping you there. If that's how you're framing things, I'm gonna need you to back up and try again, because that's not how being my friend or anyone's friend works."
The memory ends there. ]
... heh. I wasn't sure you'd see that one, but that's the one I was thinking of.
Listen, Beau... I know you think I'm like this nice person but... I'm not, okay? I was ... I was awful to my friends back home. I know that now. Maybe we could have worked things out if I'd ever just talked to them, but ... I didn't. I just put my feelings first and kept getting mad about everything and things just ... broke. I broke them. After what I've done, I wouldn't be surprised if they were done with me.
[ ... a sigh. ]
What I'm trying to say is that ... if you're trying to compare yourself to me, then you're already way better than I ever was.
[ she looks unhappy again at the end of it, still holding his hand. ]
First of all, I don't wanna hear that shit from you. [ she actually just reaches to pinch his cheek with her free hand. ] Good and nice are different things. I know you think I'm some sort of role model, but if you could see the shit I've done and the stuff I've said -- there's a reason I thought I'd be a shitty older sister, babe.
[ a pause. ]
The fact that you had to dig up a memory to show me how much of an ass you supposedly are just makes me think you're growing. Which you should be. You're still a kid, and I'm not saying that to belittle you. It's just that I'm a grown-ass woman. There's a difference, you can't compare us because you're still figuring your shit out.
I know. I wouldn't want anybody else as my brother. [ she brushes his hair out of his face one more time, and then takes his hand. ] I really am okay.
I'm just mad because there's bigger shit to deal with, you know? Someone died. And someone else is going to die tomorrow. I get that whatever she went through was big. But she's not the only one who has suffered or gone through shit, and fucking fighting us in the middle of a trial was bullshit.
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I guess I'm going to have to ask her about it then. [ she says, looking away. ]
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[ A pause, and Isaac will finally sit up, positioning himself at her side instead. ]
Hey, are you okay?
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[ she says, firmly, looking at him after a moment. ] But I think I'm not exactly - you know, I don't know how well you know Hunter? But there's this thing about the both of you that I really like, admire, and it's how much fuckin' empathy you both have.
It's really good. I'm proud of you, for being able to understand, but I don't think I'm built like that. I don't think there's a single thing she could say to me that would make me not angry.
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He'll take her hand again, taking a breath and shutting his eyes. He seems to be focusing on something.
The memory kicks in moments later.
"Heyy, Isaac, what's up? How's the weather?"
"... run along, Isabel."
Throughout the whole memory, Isaac is goofier than he's been here in the mansion, but he's also meaner. Noticeably so, snapping at Isabel twice, then making demands of Max.
"You OWE me! You--"
"Yeah OK I'm stopping you there. If that's how you're framing things, I'm gonna need you to back up and try again, because that's not how being my friend or anyone's friend works."
The memory ends there. ]
... heh. I wasn't sure you'd see that one, but that's the one I was thinking of.
Listen, Beau... I know you think I'm like this nice person but... I'm not, okay? I was ... I was awful to my friends back home. I know that now. Maybe we could have worked things out if I'd ever just talked to them, but ... I didn't. I just put my feelings first and kept getting mad about everything and things just ... broke. I broke them. After what I've done, I wouldn't be surprised if they were done with me.
[ ... a sigh. ]
What I'm trying to say is that ... if you're trying to compare yourself to me, then you're already way better than I ever was.
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First of all, I don't wanna hear that shit from you. [ she actually just reaches to pinch his cheek with her free hand. ] Good and nice are different things. I know you think I'm some sort of role model, but if you could see the shit I've done and the stuff I've said -- there's a reason I thought I'd be a shitty older sister, babe.
[ a pause. ]
The fact that you had to dig up a memory to show me how much of an ass you supposedly are just makes me think you're growing. Which you should be. You're still a kid, and I'm not saying that to belittle you. It's just that I'm a grown-ass woman. There's a difference, you can't compare us because you're still figuring your shit out.
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[ DON'T PINCH HIS CHEEK JESUS????????????? will... just rub his face whenever she lets go ]
... Beau--
[ sigh. he clearly still feels bad, not meeting her eyes for a second, but...
... he will eventually smile at her. ]
You're ... [ a breath ] You're great, okay? I ...
[ wow, he's bad at this. his mouth works. ]
I wouldn't want anyone else as my sister. Role model or not. Just... remember that, okay?
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I know. I wouldn't want anybody else as my brother. [ she brushes his hair out of his face one more time, and then takes his hand. ] I really am okay.
I'm just mad because there's bigger shit to deal with, you know? Someone died. And someone else is going to die tomorrow. I get that whatever she went through was big. But she's not the only one who has suffered or gone through shit, and fucking fighting us in the middle of a trial was bullshit.