[ Jeff listens, and he's doing his best to listen without letting his feelings get in the way, but... well. He's a bard. He's fucking emotional. He always has been. And at his worst, and his lowest, it's really hard to look past his own nose.
But he is trying, right now, because he does value Nobunaga, and he believes in his heart, even if he doesn't agree with how things went down back there.
He's quiet for a few moments, hands wrapped around the mocha. It's nice to hear, at least, that Nobunaga thinks he showed some strength back there. Jeff sure as fuck doesn't feel strong. ]
I'm not happy about any of it. [ But it's kind of a moot question. The only way Jeff would've been happy about anything to do with that scenario is if nobody died and it didn't happen in the first place. ] And honestly? I think you were being a fucking asshole back there. I mean, you say I don't understand you, but it's not like you understand me, either.
[ Because there's a lot Jeff doesn't share about himself. ]
So I'm gonna tell you what I saw that day. I saw you acting like anyone who didn't agree with you was just a bunch of superstitious fucking... sheep who were just going along with the Captain, like we were weak and stupid and blindly following a bunch of dumb made-up rules. Like we didn't each have our own reasons for voting how we did? I heard you calling everyone weak and saying you were gonna cut anyone off who didn't agree with you! Even now you're talking about stuff that's not even-- it's not what this is about. It's not about human sacrifices and magic armor and cursed swords and who killed how many people-- so fuck that. You know what my biggest problem is with all of this? Even more than you acting like-- like anyone who wouldn't go along with you was just fucking weak and disposable? [ I mean, if you want to talk about throwing people away, that ultimatum was pretty clear to Jeff. (Who, admittedly, is probably misremembering it.) ] Which-- by the way-- was really fucking shitty and hurtful--
[ Take a breath. Calm down. He's not mad anymore, but he's.. It's so hard not to get heated when he wants to articulate his feelings, but can't quite find the right words. Jeff takes a sip of mocha. ]
It's-- this was about one person-- skeleton-- whatever, it was about his situation. His, not yours. His voice mattered, too, and his agency, and the way you were talking and acting that day, I didn't see any... any respect or-- or acknowledgment of that.
[ Jeff frowns, chews on his lip for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer, smaller. Vulnerable, instead of heated. ]
Bash killed me, back on Halloween. Did you know that?
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But he is trying, right now, because he does value Nobunaga, and he believes in his heart, even if he doesn't agree with how things went down back there.
He's quiet for a few moments, hands wrapped around the mocha. It's nice to hear, at least, that Nobunaga thinks he showed some strength back there. Jeff sure as fuck doesn't feel strong. ]
I'm not happy about any of it. [ But it's kind of a moot question. The only way Jeff would've been happy about anything to do with that scenario is if nobody died and it didn't happen in the first place. ] And honestly? I think you were being a fucking asshole back there. I mean, you say I don't understand you, but it's not like you understand me, either.
[ Because there's a lot Jeff doesn't share about himself. ]
So I'm gonna tell you what I saw that day. I saw you acting like anyone who didn't agree with you was just a bunch of superstitious fucking... sheep who were just going along with the Captain, like we were weak and stupid and blindly following a bunch of dumb made-up rules. Like we didn't each have our own reasons for voting how we did? I heard you calling everyone weak and saying you were gonna cut anyone off who didn't agree with you! Even now you're talking about stuff that's not even-- it's not what this is about. It's not about human sacrifices and magic armor and cursed swords and who killed how many people-- so fuck that. You know what my biggest problem is with all of this? Even more than you acting like-- like anyone who wouldn't go along with you was just fucking weak and disposable? [ I mean, if you want to talk about throwing people away, that ultimatum was pretty clear to Jeff. (Who, admittedly, is probably misremembering it.) ] Which-- by the way-- was really fucking shitty and hurtful--
[ Take a breath. Calm down. He's not mad anymore, but he's.. It's so hard not to get heated when he wants to articulate his feelings, but can't quite find the right words. Jeff takes a sip of mocha. ]
It's-- this was about one person-- skeleton-- whatever, it was about his situation. His, not yours. His voice mattered, too, and his agency, and the way you were talking and acting that day, I didn't see any... any respect or-- or acknowledgment of that.
[ Jeff frowns, chews on his lip for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer, smaller. Vulnerable, instead of heated. ]
Bash killed me, back on Halloween. Did you know that?