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[howtheyshine]

STONE HIM-- Wait no.

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[howtheyshine]

Crichton is well familiar with Yellow's Doubt face by now, but at least the entity doesn't press.

There are more important things to handle at the moment.

"Where I was before Arthur--" The cocky outrage slips for a second before he finds his footing again and pretends not to be at all bothered by what he's saying, the memory of the place. "Trust is a fool's errand, reliance is a death wish, and caring--"

He laughs, an alarmingly evil sound coming from the baby face. "Caring is a ludicrous idea."

His upper lip peels back a little into a snarl that's more of a sneer. "That it's a luxury you're used to doesn't make it less of a luxury."

[ss_buttcrack]

He has a feeling he's going to see that face a lot. Oh, joy.

But, for all the frustration and annoyance, he still can't deny that his heartstrings feel a tug every time Yellow lets that control slip, and lets his true vulnerable self poke through. It really is like talking to a willful teenager. One with the kind of evil laugh that can raise all the short hairs on the back of his neck. OH, JOY

"If it is a luxury, it's not one I'm sorry to have. You could have it too. You aren't back in that place anymore. You're here. You can change. You can be more."

[howtheyshine]

He doesn't meet Crichton's eyes, glaring at the man's shoulder instead of at his face. "I would rather not indulge in niceties I might not be able to keep."

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[ss_buttcrack]

"Yellow..." the softness in his tone beseeches the entity to meet his eyes. "I understand that, but you don't know what you're missing by not letting yourself grow. It's not just about what you do for others. It's what they might do for you, too. There's so much left to experience. Just... consider it?"

I don't know why all my tags are like this lately djdg

[howtheyshine]

This time his Little Growl (tm) is half-hearted at best.

"Fine. Fine. I'll consider it. Consider it."

Yellow, to himself: No I won't.

Narrator: He was wrong.