You wouldn't be the only one, between the two of us. The stories we could tell, eh?
[ An attempt, briefly, at a kind of dark humor levity, because he must. Her clearly troubled demeanor right now worries him for her own stability and sake, though it all seems so understandable to him. Cerberus is part of her and though that's not all of her, it's something to reconcile in her mind and that's never an easy thing. All the more reason to attempt what they're doing now. ]
Okay! Take a deep breath, just in and out slowly. Actually, you don't really have to, I don't know where that came from. It sounded helpful! [ He smiles a little. Then, he touches his thumbs to her temples. ] This is your show, Red, got it? You don't want me in there any longer, you tell me.
[ When she's ready, he does close his eyes, centering himself, focusing on her mind. For him, when he does this, it's like suddenly stepping through a hazy fog into a clearing, everything in sharp clarity around him. He sees in her mind so many images, peeks into her past, her memories. Those aren't for him, though, and he won't linger. As he moves through her mind, she'll be able to feel him there, his presence like an old friend who's always been there. There's a flash of something then, and he briefly sees Clara's face, Red's face, a tumultuous moment between them clearly. Quickly, once more, he disregards it. It's a struggle not to pursue that, not to try and figure out what happened, what's going on, but now some of her behavior makes sense and he worries even more for her. Still, what makes him pivot is his focus on Red. This isn't about his own curiosity and concern, it's about her and what she needs right now. ]
I see Cerberus. Right there. The moment you shift, what you're feeling, hold onto it with everything you've got. Don't be afraid, I'm there with you.
[ And here, he goes quiet again. Everything from here is about the telepathic message he needs to leave for her, connecting with her at the point of her transformation, putting an anchor in there to bring her back to herself.
Gently, yet firmly, he sends the message in her mind: You are Red. You are Red. You are Red.
Here, in this moment, when she shifts, is the remembrance of who she really is. It won't stop her from transforming, but it will keep her grounded with the person she's becoming. He hopes, in any case. He needs to believe that, he won't consider otherwise. ]
Do you know who you are, really? You're kind and brave, absolutely hilarious. With a wicked tongue that's all you. We wouldn't want you to be any other way. Red - the adventurer, the friend, the confidant, the hero, the dreamer, the explorer. Still exploring, still learning, figuring out who you are. You're free, you're brilliant, you're my friend. You are Red.
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[ An attempt, briefly, at a kind of dark humor levity, because he must. Her clearly troubled demeanor right now worries him for her own stability and sake, though it all seems so understandable to him. Cerberus is part of her and though that's not all of her, it's something to reconcile in her mind and that's never an easy thing. All the more reason to attempt what they're doing now. ]
Okay! Take a deep breath, just in and out slowly. Actually, you don't really have to, I don't know where that came from. It sounded helpful! [ He smiles a little. Then, he touches his thumbs to her temples. ] This is your show, Red, got it? You don't want me in there any longer, you tell me.
[ When she's ready, he does close his eyes, centering himself, focusing on her mind. For him, when he does this, it's like suddenly stepping through a hazy fog into a clearing, everything in sharp clarity around him. He sees in her mind so many images, peeks into her past, her memories. Those aren't for him, though, and he won't linger. As he moves through her mind, she'll be able to feel him there, his presence like an old friend who's always been there. There's a flash of something then, and he briefly sees Clara's face, Red's face, a tumultuous moment between them clearly. Quickly, once more, he disregards it. It's a struggle not to pursue that, not to try and figure out what happened, what's going on, but now some of her behavior makes sense and he worries even more for her. Still, what makes him pivot is his focus on Red. This isn't about his own curiosity and concern, it's about her and what she needs right now. ]
I see Cerberus. Right there. The moment you shift, what you're feeling, hold onto it with everything you've got. Don't be afraid, I'm there with you.
[ And here, he goes quiet again. Everything from here is about the telepathic message he needs to leave for her, connecting with her at the point of her transformation, putting an anchor in there to bring her back to herself.
Gently, yet firmly, he sends the message in her mind: You are Red. You are Red. You are Red.
Here, in this moment, when she shifts, is the remembrance of who she really is. It won't stop her from transforming, but it will keep her grounded with the person she's becoming. He hopes, in any case. He needs to believe that, he won't consider otherwise. ]
Do you know who you are, really? You're kind and brave, absolutely hilarious. With a wicked tongue that's all you. We wouldn't want you to be any other way. Red - the adventurer, the friend, the confidant, the hero, the dreamer, the explorer. Still exploring, still learning, figuring out who you are. You're free, you're brilliant, you're my friend. You are Red.