[ But you do have something to hide, Howl thinks to himself with a twinge of frustration. Who cares? What's the harm in others simply knowing you have a secret? Let them speculate. It's the secret getting out that Howl is more concerned about. Then it becomes leverage.
Even so, if M isn't worried about the truth getting out there, it's easy for Howl to ask the most obvious follow-up question. ]
( oh, it's not that he isn't worried. he doesn't want others to know about this affliction of his any more than he wants it to rule his mind and his actions, but as far as he's concerned, it would be essentially impossible to keep hidden indefinitely.
for what it's worth, there's an obvious tugging sensation of hesitation — the reticence of a demon far too used to keeping everything close to the chest — but he does end up explaining. )
I can sense the pain of others around me, and it compels me to move closer to them. Once I've done that, it - activates something within me, and it begins to sap my strength in order to heal the injured individual.
[ ...Oh. Hm. That's...... Howl isn't sure what to think about that. An Ingarian wizard would call that a "curse," without a doubt, and a powerful one at that if it induces specific actions in the victim. But... at the same time, he can't help but feel like that wrathful, "benevolent" being could have cursed him with worse. Much worse.
Howl needs a few seconds to think about this before deciding on something to say. ]
...alright, yes. That is going to be impossible to hide for long.
[ If only he'd asked earlier. In any event, he gets it now, and yes, it's bad.
Howl sighs. ]
Does it hurt? How often has this happened already?
( he gets the sneaking suspicion that "curse" is accurate enough. it seems a fair enough assumption that he had earned that creature's ire.
and, yes, it could have been far worse. but this is makoto we're talking about. something like this, which would steal from him the sanctity of his agency and force him to use his vital energy to heal others, which might later detract from his ability to harm others... it's a particularly nasty curse to bear.
he doesn't insult howl by saying something snide. there is only a soft feeling of affirmation. )
...No, not exactly. I do get an empathetic understanding of their pain, but it's not like I'm feeling it myself. It's more like... an echo. A phantom pain. ( which he is grateful for. otherwise, when he'd woken up in the hospital, he likely would have been immediately and completely overwhelmed. ) Once. Since then, my being aware of it has allowed me to try to be where others aren't, but it's not a tactic that will last for long.
[ Howl feels for him; it's hard not to think back on his own experience of being cursed, realizing how truly stuck with the curse he was going to be for the rest of his life, and then having to learn to live with that curse thereafter... The context of his sympathy does not phase through, but the sympathy itself does, more pointed and explicit than it was before. Even as Howl knows it's likely to offend the other demon, he does not hold it back. ]
Wizards cast curses. We don't break them.
But if there's anything I may be able to do to ease your frustrations and suffering, I can try. You only need to ask.
( he's done what he can to suspend feelings of helplessness or despair. he still doesn't truly understand what this is; though he can assume by its nature that it is a curse or something similar to it, he won't believe that there's nothing to be done about it until he's told so by a trusted source.
and given the fact that he can count the number of people he trusts on one (or zero) hands, he might still be doggedly searching for a way to rid himself of it for as long as he draws breath.
he is less averse to the sensation of this sympathy because... it at least feels as though it comes from a place of understanding rather than a place of assumption or pedantic pity. he accepts it, albeit ungraciously. )
I appreciate your offer, Howl.
If I can think of anything to ask of you and your manifold talents, I will not hesitate to do so.
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Even so, if M isn't worried about the truth getting out there, it's easy for Howl to ask the most obvious follow-up question. ]
...And what is it that it does?
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for what it's worth, there's an obvious tugging sensation of hesitation — the reticence of a demon far too used to keeping everything close to the chest — but he does end up explaining. )
I can sense the pain of others around me, and it compels me to move closer to them. Once I've done that, it - activates something within me, and it begins to sap my strength in order to heal the injured individual.
I can resist it, but it's not... easy.
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Howl needs a few seconds to think about this before deciding on something to say. ]
...alright, yes. That is going to be impossible to hide for long.
[ If only he'd asked earlier. In any event, he gets it now, and yes, it's bad.
Howl sighs. ]
Does it hurt? How often has this happened already?
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and, yes, it could have been far worse. but this is makoto we're talking about. something like this, which would steal from him the sanctity of his agency and force him to use his vital energy to heal others, which might later detract from his ability to harm others... it's a particularly nasty curse to bear.
he doesn't insult howl by saying something snide. there is only a soft feeling of affirmation. )
...No, not exactly. I do get an empathetic understanding of their pain, but it's not like I'm feeling it myself. It's more like... an echo. A phantom pain. ( which he is grateful for. otherwise, when he'd woken up in the hospital, he likely would have been immediately and completely overwhelmed. ) Once. Since then, my being aware of it has allowed me to try to be where others aren't, but it's not a tactic that will last for long.
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Wizards cast curses. We don't break them.
But if there's anything I may be able to do to ease your frustrations and suffering, I can try. You only need to ask.
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and given the fact that he can count the number of people he trusts on one (or zero) hands, he might still be doggedly searching for a way to rid himself of it for as long as he draws breath.
he is less averse to the sensation of this sympathy because... it at least feels as though it comes from a place of understanding rather than a place of assumption or pedantic pity. he accepts it, albeit ungraciously. )
I appreciate your offer, Howl.
If I can think of anything to ask of you and your manifold talents, I will not hesitate to do so.
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[ There's a vague notion of agreement, followed by a pause, before Howl's mind recedes and returns to the public discussion. ]