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[L o r d.]

Jonathan, how can you actually kill someone with what's essentially like, light energy or some shit? If they're not dead, then why's it matter?

[Jonathan looks between the two, appearing quite anxious indeed.

To the one who knows his age, it may occur to her that they are not that far apart in 'maturity', despite timelines.]

You're asking to eliminate something- something that Can be eliminated, by hamon...but how are we to know how integrated that sort of curse is, before it is too late? If it cannot be affected then it is all the better, that is true. But if it can, and if its target is rooted too deeply...

...I cannot risk it..! [he cries, shaking his head.] If even a single thing went wrong...I could never forgive myself!

Goddamn it -- and I suppose it's fucking fine if that same person fucking dies in the school's brilliant fucking plan to deal with Nightfall, huh? The Radiance bomb to be so lovingly delivered by all us fucking Candles? You think someone more blight than life at this point's gonna fucking survive that?!

[He could help. He could fix something for someone -- someone who really, really deserved to have things fixed.]

This could help people! And you're not the one taking the fucking risk, so fucking get over yourself!

[No one exactly told him the plan to deal with Nightfall was to make a 'bomb' of Radience, and even if they had, he probably wouldn't have understood it. He would like to say he understands it. But he doesn't. He would like to say he has answers. But he doesn't.

And he flinches, as if struck- his eyes wide, teeth even half bared when more animal instincts of fear creep in. It looks like he could fly away at any moment, and it is only his own human resilience that keeps him from doing so.]

And who is taking the risk then? [He manages, and that is all he manages- he's still reeling, after all, about the things he does not Know.]

[Sidenote, he really fucking hates that this bat has human expressions its face wasn't rigged for, and also that he's raising his voice to a fucking stupid bat.]

I would be! My friend would be! All you can fucking do is do your damndest to not fucking screw up teaching me. And guess fucking what, if I fucking learn it's too damn risky, I don't fucking do it! Holy shit, simple!

[You know what? Fuck this shit.

She's pushing herself to stand, throwing her arms in the air and hopefully Mav is ready for Stone Free out of nowhere to try and fucking deck him directly in the face.]

I think we're done here.

[Amped up on emotions and still tense from the possibility of vampires? You bet Mav's ready. The hostile movement is quick, but he ducks with barely a hair's width to spare and instinctually lashes out with the knife he never did let go of. A split second later, he's jerking back and taking several steps away from everything that's happening, breathing a little hitched. Fuck. Fuck, fuck this got out of hand.]

...Whatever. Fucking -- whatever.

[hahahaha it's time to Leave]

[There is a funny thing about Panic Attacks. Except, it's perhaps not funny at all. Jonathan's breathing is so ingrained into himself that it's practically impossible to snap away from the pattern- that hasn't changed. What has changed though is everything else, as each little thought just slowly shuts itself down, the bat's tiny body locking in place. This isn't like a fight with Dio. This isn't even like a fight with a proper enemy. It's someone he doesn't know. It's someone who wants to help someone else, even, that much is clear after all, but then why can't he somehow make it clear that he doesn't know what would help, hm?

He can't immediately refute the accusations against him. Would it be worth the risk? It couldn't possibly be, it's someone's life. Someone's life, who isn't even with them right now. It would be his responsibility- his teachings, on a subject he scarecely knows. It makes sense to refuse. It makes sense, but someone's life is on hand, and the two facts clash, and clash, and clash with the same ferocity as Maverick's own words.

Jonathan doesn't even realize Stone Free has been summoned to punch. Doesn't even register the motion of the knife above him, because somehow it seems like his vision has just...stopped. Like nothing is actually there, and he's not really sure what is.

If he took the risk...if he didn't...

...

~~What's happening?~~]

[Of course that knife gets Stone Free, but given Stone Free is string, all it does is cut some bits of string off. Jolyne's hissing through her teeth and bringing the familiar back, bristling as she watches him move away from them.]

I fucking warned you to watch yourself. [She's practically snarling until she's turning her attention back to Jonathan and... shit, shitshitshit.

Hopefully he's not going to lash out at her in turn as maybe scooping a bat is a good idea.]

[If anything, Jonathan wasn't going to lash out at anything. He feels oddly limp as he's scooped up, and it takes a few seconds- long, quiet moments punctuated entirely with rhythmic breathing in and out- before he does anything at all.

...Ah. He's likely worried Jolyne, hasn't he?] Ah...Oh...

[That's not right at all, is it?] ...Oh dear... I. [He doesn't really have excuses does he?] ...I am so sorry...I don't believe I handled that well at all, did I? ....forcing you to intervene... [For that must be what happened, he's in her hand, and Maverick is gone,] ...that's quite improper of me...

[Worried is a good word for it, yeah. She's quiet as she's just kind of awkwardly standing there with a panic attacking bat in her hands. Until he's calmed down enough and she's letting out a soft huff of breath.]

What? No, I was going to deck him for being an insensitive asshole about all of this towards you? Wouldn't call it intervening. [Jonathan, stop assuming she's doing shit she isn't doing.]

You wanna go chill somewhere quieter until things calm down a bit? [A delicate way of asking if he wants to unwind somewhere else away from the public eye.]

Insensitive..? [The fact that he sounds so genuinely confused by the statement is perhaps painful. He really should think more highly of himself.] ...It was over the matter of someone's life, after all. I can't call myself surprised that he...had such strong feelings...

[Talking about this may just make this worse, not that he's aware of it. Ah-

But what a good idea that sounds like. Getting out of here.] ...That sounds wise, yes.

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