[It's Jill's fault for making him drop it in the first place!]
You know me, I'm always down for a little destruction!
[That comment about being a man after her heart, however, does leave him a little awkward because it's... not wrong. A normally inoffensive and playful saying getting weaponized against him by his own stupidity. What more of a Guzma thing is there, really?
As she talks about the country she's from, Guzma grows a little silent. His question wasn't meant to make this conversation go grim, but that always seems to be the case. It's not really his fault, nor Jill's, it's just bound to happen when your past isn't a happy one.]
Startin' over ain't the worst thing. Life is full of losin' shit and things not turnin' out how you think it oughta. But at least you got another chance—even if it ain't the best.
[He finally adds. He cannot imagine the amount of loss she must be feeling, which helps nothing when he's not the best at comforting people as it is. And when it comes to family, at least biological family, he's a mixed bag on that subject and wouldn't know where to start with empathizing.]
Heh. That so? I get the feeling that's not entirely true.
[ Messing with stuff is one thing, but being... well, she thinks more of him. It's not the first thing that comes to mind, let alone the second or third. Jill likes him. ]
I mean I did it back when I was twenty-three. Entire city was nuked, so... it's not new. Just would be nice to come back to familiarity, right? It was a long time ago. More than a decade, but it feels like it was yesterday.
[ Don't let it slip through your hands, she supposes is what she means to say, but avoids saying. She cares. Not just about her life or the life of friends of her family, but the people she knows here. The people she cares for here. Loves, maybe. ]
I'm not complaining, of course. What matters is they're alive and they managed to survive, regardless. You know that, right?
[ It's not that Jill is sacrificial so much as she loves ferociously. ]
[He likes breaking shit, it's cathartic, and destruction was indeed his go to coping mechanism for a long time. This would be contained destruction at least! A harm to basically no one.
But honestly, the conversation's emotional shift is certainly heavy, and Guzma feels out of place for it. More and more he and Jill have had these deeper conversations, and on one hand he's grateful. He likes getting to know her more, to feel trusted like this, but on the other he feels like a fish out of water, flopping ineffectively on the ground in these unfamiliar social landscapes.]
Yeah, I get you. Even if you're familiar with doin' it, havin' been there before, it don't change how hard it is. Especially dealin' with everything you knew being gone.
[Y'know, like what could have potentially have happened to Alola!]
Got that damn straight. Not that I dislike things being neat and tidy or anything like that.
[ She definitely can agree to that. She ran on hatred and vengeance for so long. She might've acted justified and righteous and as if it was for the greater good, but a lot of it was there to quell the heat that fired through her veins and made her feel like she'd burst at any moment. It had to be let out some way.
Jill finds it to be frank and honest more than heavy. It's certainly not easy, but she'd be just as happy to hop to another subject and laugh. It's not so important that they stick around on it and address all points or that she feels that she needs to be comforted. It's fine the way it is. ]
It's crap. But I traveled the world after that, just packed up and took off with Chris -- sometimes Barry, but he had two little girls, you know? -- and we worked as mercenaries for a few years.
[ She's glad things seemed to have worked out for him, at least. They took longer on her end to work out but they eventually did. ]
Nah. I'm selfish and selective. I like the cards in my hand is all.
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You know me, I'm always down for a little destruction!
[That comment about being a man after her heart, however, does leave him a little awkward because it's... not wrong. A normally inoffensive and playful saying getting weaponized against him by his own stupidity. What more of a Guzma thing is there, really?
As she talks about the country she's from, Guzma grows a little silent. His question wasn't meant to make this conversation go grim, but that always seems to be the case. It's not really his fault, nor Jill's, it's just bound to happen when your past isn't a happy one.]
Startin' over ain't the worst thing. Life is full of losin' shit and things not turnin' out how you think it oughta. But at least you got another chance—even if it ain't the best.
[He finally adds. He cannot imagine the amount of loss she must be feeling, which helps nothing when he's not the best at comforting people as it is. And when it comes to family, at least biological family, he's a mixed bag on that subject and wouldn't know where to start with empathizing.]
Better than bein' dead, yeah?
[That's... arguable, but he's trying.]
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[ Messing with stuff is one thing, but being... well, she thinks more of him. It's not the first thing that comes to mind, let alone the second or third. Jill likes him. ]
I mean I did it back when I was twenty-three. Entire city was nuked, so... it's not new. Just would be nice to come back to familiarity, right? It was a long time ago. More than a decade, but it feels like it was yesterday.
[ Don't let it slip through your hands, she supposes is what she means to say, but avoids saying. She cares. Not just about her life or the life of friends of her family, but the people she knows here. The people she cares for here. Loves, maybe. ]
I'm not complaining, of course. What matters is they're alive and they managed to survive, regardless. You know that, right?
[ It's not that Jill is sacrificial so much as she loves ferociously. ]
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[He likes breaking shit, it's cathartic, and destruction was indeed his go to coping mechanism for a long time. This would be contained destruction at least! A harm to basically no one.
But honestly, the conversation's emotional shift is certainly heavy, and Guzma feels out of place for it. More and more he and Jill have had these deeper conversations, and on one hand he's grateful. He likes getting to know her more, to feel trusted like this, but on the other he feels like a fish out of water, flopping ineffectively on the ground in these unfamiliar social landscapes.]
Yeah, I get you. Even if you're familiar with doin' it, havin' been there before, it don't change how hard it is. Especially dealin' with everything you knew being gone.
[Y'know, like what could have potentially have happened to Alola!]
You got too big of a heart, y'know.
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[ She definitely can agree to that. She ran on hatred and vengeance for so long. She might've acted justified and righteous and as if it was for the greater good, but a lot of it was there to quell the heat that fired through her veins and made her feel like she'd burst at any moment. It had to be let out some way.
Jill finds it to be frank and honest more than heavy. It's certainly not easy, but she'd be just as happy to hop to another subject and laugh. It's not so important that they stick around on it and address all points or that she feels that she needs to be comforted. It's fine the way it is. ]
It's crap. But I traveled the world after that, just packed up and took off with Chris -- sometimes Barry, but he had two little girls, you know? -- and we worked as mercenaries for a few years.
[ She's glad things seemed to have worked out for him, at least. They took longer on her end to work out but they eventually did. ]
Nah. I'm selfish and selective. I like the cards in my hand is all.