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I didn't deserve saving.

[His voice is small, all the frustration he's felt directed inward. He just sounds defeated. He can't meet her eyes, focusing on the ground and hugging his arm again.]

Weiss said the same thing. It's not... She deserves better. What I want doesn't matter.

[He's silent for a moment. It still takes a lot of effort to talk about what happened.] I think part of her already figured it out. We're almost from the same time. [Finally he does meet her eyes, hesitant and scared asking will lead to the same answers.] Would that work if we asked Crepe to help?

[castrationfist]

Crepe supposedly can't control her powers. Either she's unable, or she's lying and unwilling, as things stand now.

[Caster doesn't believe a fucking word of it, though.]

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[Yeah let's talk about Crepe it's a lot easier to talk about her powers and focus on that than people dying.]

Why can't she control them? Maybe if they would stop treating us like we're less important, we could help her train to control them.

[castrationfist]

It seems to be a not-uncommon thing here, for people to lose control of their powers like that...

[She's about to comment on how the books said dangerous, out of control powers usually got their owners executed, but probably a bad idea.]

Crepe's library has more information.

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Okay. Let's start there.

[He pauses, looking uncertain.]

Or I can, if you don't want to. [He was just a jerk.]

[castrationfist]

[yeah she. doesn't look inclined to go with him right now.]

I've read everything relevant in there already. And taking some time to read and cool your head would likely do wonders for you.

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[He doesn't look upset or disappointed. He just looks sort of empty.]

I understand.