nobleman: (wash the blood off your hands.)
Guy Cecil ([personal profile] nobleman) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-11-08 10:28 pm (UTC)

So that was what it was about, huh? Guy figured that there was some truth to Claude's words, but he wasn't one to reflect on his own strength of will or anything like that. When his friends had found out some of his darker secrets, it hadn't always been easy for them to accept, and he wasn't sure if any of them had specifically commented on how "strong" he was.

It was all a matter of perspective. When Guy thought about the things Luke had been through in his (much shorter) life, he figured that he was pretty lucky in comparison. And Jade had all sorts of skeletons in his closet - the swordsman was pretty sure he didn't know the half of it.

He got the feeling that Claude had his share of problems, too. He didn't plan to drill his friend on them or demand to be told, especially since he hadn't gotten into the details about how his phobia had surfaced, but he just had that sense that Claude wasn't giving himself enough credit.

"Believe me, it wasn't always easy," he explained. "I've had a lot of time to deal with my problems and put them behind me." He had been angry for a long, long time - he would be the first to admit that. He was still guilty for wanting to murder someone he now considering his closest friend with his bare hands, but he and Luke had learned to accept each other despite their faults.

Guy frowned when Claude started to say something and then decided against it. He was curious, but he had already taken up enough of his friend's time. "Yeah, me too," he responded. "And... good luck tonight." He would be crossing his fingers that Ashton was safe and sound.

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