"I'm not really sure what you want me to do. You..." Rory paused and decided against saying that. He'd just get more frustrated. "You were never going to get a say about the bracelet. I'm sorry about not being more... receptive to our conversation, but I'm just tired. I don't want to keep justifying and fighting right now and that's usually what my conversations come down too."
"What would I have said to what, Rory?" He asked, not quite looking at her. "To the bracelet thing? I wouldn't. I'd have asked, like I did. I'd have asked why you felt like it was a decision you wanted to make."
"Hey," she said a little sharply. "You don't get to be testy with me because I got snippy about a problem I'm feeling. I'm making the effort, okay? I can't more than this without begging you and we both know I'm not going to do that. Try to have a little patience for me."
She looked at her wrist. "I needed to do it because I felt limited and that doesn't have to make sense logically. I never felt powerful by being able to beat people up, I felt strong by making others feel strong. I can't do that if everyone just assumes I'm strong because I have strong powers. I needed a break from them."
Oh no, he did get to be snippy, and he glanced back over at her, the frustration obvious.
"Rory, you having an issue doesn't mean you get a free pass to be an ass," he said. "I came here trying to help. All I asked was why, and you started with 'oh, but you're not going to understand'. You started going out of your way to talk down to me, like I just couldn't get it. And then I tried to be accepting and have some patience and you did it again."
"Okay. Did you get it? Did it make sense to you? And, for that matter, how often have you talked down to me? Have you never made that mistake when you were feeling emotional? Did I not apologize the moment you pointed out I was doing it? Did I not make the effort to explain it and answer your questions?
"Fine. No. Forget it. I tried. I apologized. I stopped doing it after it bothered you. But I'm not going to keep having this fight, I can't do much more than I've already done. If I'm already an ass for making a fucking mistake, then you're right, this conversation is over."
Rory stood, though not hard enough to make noise with the chair. She set it back into place. "Night, Jude. Sleep well."
He wanted to say when? When had he talked down to her? Years ago? Months ago? He felt like things were backwards. She was angry at him for talking down to her when she'd talked down to him. She said she'd apologized, but only a halfhearted apology, tired of dealing with him when he'd expressed his anger. She was angry he hadn't forgiven her in the ten minutes of the conversation, but then she'd dragged up supposedly forgiven stuff from months before.
And then she'd stormed out with one final little fuck you.
Jude spent most of the night in his room. It felt like cheating to talk to Travis. Like he was turning people against her. But who the hell else was there? He felt himself backed into a corner. Blade wouldn't be one to talk to - she'd just tell Jude he was right, having never really liked Rory. Janelle? Maybe. But Travis seemed like the obvious option.
Interested in learning about Starlight Academy? Our Starter Guide includes an overview of the site, and has helpful links to everything you might want to know!