[He was staring at the ceiling as she came in. He doesn't look hurt. A bit embarrassed and still flustered.]
That doesn't count as loss of control of fire. That was wind and an....extremely hard to compensate for environmental factor. Particle in the air environments are always difficult.
[He looks to her hand and something squirms in his chest because...because that doesn't happen. His parents love him, but he knows he disappoints them. MK and Mei are convinced he's a better person than he is. So sure he could be a hero when he doesn't even want to be.]
[Most people he drives away, if he ever gives them the time of day.]
[It's not like she has the full picture anyway.]
[But the thought of correcting her, how the objectionable parts aren't to do with his fire, but everything else about him, only becomes a tangled knot in his throat as he realizes it's nice to not...not have to perform quite so hard as he has to back home.]
[He takes her hand and pulls himself up, not quite looking at her.]
Fire is destruction and creation. Often, those of fire fall into destruction. It's easy. Addictive. And it will consume you even as you enjoy burning the world to the ground.
By finding that middle ground, that choice, then fire can be a part of me instead of me being apart of it.
I do not run from my flame. I don't reject it. But I make sure it is not all of who I am. Because I know what it is like when I'm a wildfire and that is not who I wish to be.
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That doesn't count as loss of control of fire. That was wind and an....extremely hard to compensate for environmental factor. Particle in the air environments are always difficult.
[He looks to her hand and something squirms in his chest because...because that doesn't happen. His parents love him, but he knows he disappoints them. MK and Mei are convinced he's a better person than he is. So sure he could be a hero when he doesn't even want to be.]
[Most people he drives away, if he ever gives them the time of day.]
[It's not like she has the full picture anyway.]
[But the thought of correcting her, how the objectionable parts aren't to do with his fire, but everything else about him, only becomes a tangled knot in his throat as he realizes it's nice to not...not have to perform quite so hard as he has to back home.]
[He takes her hand and pulls himself up, not quite looking at her.]
Fire is destruction and creation. Often, those of fire fall into destruction. It's easy. Addictive. And it will consume you even as you enjoy burning the world to the ground.
By finding that middle ground, that choice, then fire can be a part of me instead of me being apart of it.
I do not run from my flame. I don't reject it. But I make sure it is not all of who I am. Because I know what it is like when I'm a wildfire and that is not who I wish to be.