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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[asmywitness]

It's hardly my fault that every time I try and create an argument, you counter it with new information I couldn't possibly have fucking known! How can I help but make presumptions when you don't tell me anything except to prove me wrong?!

His hands are whip-fast and hard-edged in his fury, almost too much for Solus to follow in his learning state. Isis is still watching Tyler, but her little form displays open concern.

You have these billions of years of knowledge and you use it exclusively to fuck with people! You don't tell people how to use your gifts, you don't tell anyone here about yourself so you can use it to lord over them, you don't even consider doing anything on any terms less than your own regardless of the impact it has on other people! You curate everything you do so carefully, just to make sure that nobody thinks anything could ever be your fault, even when your action leads directly to people's deaths!

If I had ever considered that you might be so close to being a - oh, this isn't a sign Tyler's ever used, nor put in his dictionary, a L shape swept up into a half-closed fist at his forehead - that you actually fucking set off my PTSD do you think I ever would have accepted your offer to play nice and act civil?!

[amaure]

Again he waits patiently as Tyler says his piece, his eyes keen on the movements, and he misses some of it, but enough to get...a general idea. Regardless, it's fully clear to him that Tyler is beyond distressed, and maybe he'd care more if Tyler wasn't just assuming his motives behind his actions. Wasn't just assuming the worst of everything he's doing.

That unfamiliar sign he does acts more like a censor for whatever he was trying to say, and it leaves him squinting at Tyler in scrutiny. Of course, there's the context clues for what it might mean, so he's not utterly lost there. After a moment, he lets out a measured breath, then smiles calmly at him, his hands losing the edge to them they had before. Clearly, he's trying to deescalate the tension.

You are free to believe whatever you wish about my motives, but believing and knowing are very different things. If you desire to name me a fiend, there is little I can do to dissuade you from your course, this much I realize.

However, I do not speak of myself merely because people do not ask. If one were to ask the right questions, I would be right glad to answer them. When you had asked about me before, did I not answer you in earnest? Did I not share with you intimate information, and in kind you shared your own with me?

He shrugs at that, his hands splayed out at his sides to emphasize the gesture.

If you wish to know about me, about my motives, all you must needs do is ask. Shrewd questions will receive shrewd answers. But if you wish to continue upon this erroneous path of assumption, there is little and less I can do to stop you.

[asmywitness]

Amazingly, the calm smile does nothing to de-escalate Tyler's emotions. It gets the opposite result, in fact, as patches of angry blush burn high on his cheeks. He can feel his heartbeat drumming against his ears so hard it almost hurts, his wrists ache from the tension he's been holding himself under, and he can feel Isis's tiny claws trying to dig through his shirt into his shoulder; as Solus talks she bunts under his chin and nuzzles against him, and it's only then he really notices the genuine worry she's eking into the back of his mind.

It doesn't calm him down, but it does help focus his frantic, wild emotions, just a little.

When Solus stops talking, Tyler has very little to say.

No. I'm done. Leave me alone.

And he turns and leaves the conversation. He's fully expecting Solus to keep his word and not touch him - but he wants him to, just so he has an excuse to punch that fucking insane bastard hard enough to break his smug fucking nose.

[amaure]

Holding up his palms in surrender, Solus considers pursuing him for a fleeting moment. Yet he decides against it. Mainly because he had not see Tyler quite this angry before. Unsettled, disturbed, uncomfortable sure, but not like this. Ill could his body take another beating, and Estinien had long since left. Moreover, it might not be Tyler he truly needs to be wary of, but that wretched bird.

So Tyler finds himself free to leave, finds that Solus does indeed keep true to his word. There is far more to lose than gain should he go against it now. There he remains till Tyler is out of sight, and with a dismissing sigh, he then takes to his cane and heads off to get back to his work.