[That's a lot of self-deprecation, and while he's no stranger to being around people like that, it's still disheartening to hear it every time no matter who he's hearing it from.
But still, not surprising.
He knows enough about humans too, from listening and watching and waiting for hundreds and hundreds of years, to tell when words are self-born and when they've been parroted back so many times that it feels like they are when they're not. He can also hazard a guess as to where these ones come from - things that are treasured do have their unique share of trouble in the end, don't they? - but that's neither here nor there. Not his place to handle, anyway.]
You sure about that? I mean, not that you need a reason to be sad, but I dunno. Kinda sounds like you have one to me. [He steps closer, heels clicking with a certain sureness that stands out even against the din of the carnival around them, and crouches down where she's collapsed.]
Look. I'm not gonna pretend I know you well enough to say this or that. I mean, I don't even know humans well enough to give good advice! I'm not one, so there are a looot of things I won't ever get. ...But I'm pretty sure about this. If you feel bad, or if it hurts, or if you're sad, you don't need to beat yourself up over it or deal with it by yourself. You're out here with all these people, right? So that means you can make as many friends as you want, and one of the good things about friends is that you guys can help each other out when you need it. [...] You can count me in too, y'know. Even if I'm not good at some stuff, I'm pretty good at listening.
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But still, not surprising.
He knows enough about humans too, from listening and watching and waiting for hundreds and hundreds of years, to tell when words are self-born and when they've been parroted back so many times that it feels like they are when they're not. He can also hazard a guess as to where these ones come from - things that are treasured do have their unique share of trouble in the end, don't they? - but that's neither here nor there. Not his place to handle, anyway.]
You sure about that? I mean, not that you need a reason to be sad, but I dunno. Kinda sounds like you have one to me. [He steps closer, heels clicking with a certain sureness that stands out even against the din of the carnival around them, and crouches down where she's collapsed.]
Look. I'm not gonna pretend I know you well enough to say this or that. I mean, I don't even know humans well enough to give good advice! I'm not one, so there are a looot of things I won't ever get. ...But I'm pretty sure about this. If you feel bad, or if it hurts, or if you're sad, you don't need to beat yourself up over it or deal with it by yourself. You're out here with all these people, right? So that means you can make as many friends as you want, and one of the good things about friends is that you guys can help each other out when you need it. [...] You can count me in too, y'know. Even if I'm not good at some stuff, I'm pretty good at listening.