2.6/ text/ maybe my heart's not made of stone

[dedikated]

filtered from Carlisle;

Someone want to tell me how to make a phylactery?

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[text -- private]

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( Well, that's the thing. Kate and... talking... they're not exactly the best of friends, really. )

Didn't think through that far.

( C l e a r l y... )

[text -- private]

[lifetothefullest]

[...None of that is a surprise, including her response.]

I know you asked about this out of a desire to help, but you have to talk to your friend about these sorts of things first. What they're dealing with is difficult enough without other people taking actions on their behalf that they may not approve of, no matter how good the intentions are.

[text -- private]

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( Loud sighs can be heard all across Hadriel, all saying one thing: What. An. Idiot.

Because she is. )

I'm not doing anything. Already heard enough reasons not to.

( Kate. That is not the point. )

[text -- private]

[lifetothefullest]

[Indeed that is not the point, Kate, gosh.]

Thta's good. But just asking about potential options without their permission is an issue; a sense agency is incredibly vital in dealing with something like a terminal illness, or something similar to it, and so being able to choose what actions to take regarding it is something you need to allow your friend to have.

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( OH my god Lance why do you have to be right all the time? Fucking shrinks. )

Great. We done with this therapy session?

( GDit Katherine it's not his fault you're a moron. )

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[lifetothefullest]

[He rolls his eyes at the comment, but decides not to explain that just because he's a psychologist it doesn't mean that everything he says is automatically therapy. But he thinks she probably gets that, and is just deflecting, so instead--]

It can be.