Tyler is determinedly trying not to look at Solus's face, focusing on his gloved hands - he still hasn't worked out the difference between the man's genuine sincerity and his fronts. It means he's missing out on a lot of the tone of Solus's words, but he just... doesn't want to look up and see the man pitying him.
(He's so sick of pity.)
There's a hard, almost defensive edge to his movements when he talks next, shoulders drawn tight. Not everyone considers gifts from impossible beings a good thing. Sometimes lost powers ought to stay that way. There's safety in ignorance, boring as that can be, but some things people are better off not knowing. For their own safety, their own sanity. There's another moment of faltering hands - talking with Solus really pushes the limits of Tyler's sign bank. And no-one appreciates being used, or turned into something they're not at the whim of something that tries to decide for them what their gifts should be used for.
His tension rises a little, to try and keep his hands steady; Isis is actually looking at Tyler now. I don't... I'm not trying to defend humanity. Society. There's too many of us who do find something and immediately turn to weaponize it, and it's often those in positions of power. I'm not stupid. I'm not naive. But to have the... the audacity - his hands whip through the individual letters with a vicious energy - to claim that you think you should be the standard to which all else is set? Regardless of your earned experience, or if that's true or not, it's still impossibly narcissistic. Even if you act like you care about them, you can't just set them up to fail and then be disappointed at them for not meeting your insane standards.
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(He's so sick of pity.)
There's a hard, almost defensive edge to his movements when he talks next, shoulders drawn tight. Not everyone considers gifts from impossible beings a good thing. Sometimes lost powers ought to stay that way. There's safety in ignorance, boring as that can be, but some things people are better off not knowing. For their own safety, their own sanity. There's another moment of faltering hands - talking with Solus really pushes the limits of Tyler's sign bank. And no-one appreciates being used, or turned into something they're not at the whim of something that tries to decide for them what their gifts should be used for.
His tension rises a little, to try and keep his hands steady; Isis is actually looking at Tyler now. I don't... I'm not trying to defend humanity. Society. There's too many of us who do find something and immediately turn to weaponize it, and it's often those in positions of power. I'm not stupid. I'm not naive. But to have the... the audacity - his hands whip through the individual letters with a vicious energy - to claim that you think you should be the standard to which all else is set? Regardless of your earned experience, or if that's true or not, it's still impossibly narcissistic. Even if you act like you care about them, you can't just set them up to fail and then be disappointed at them for not meeting your insane standards.