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

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[asmywitness]

[To his credit, he looks freshly uncomfortable at Solus's "not angry just disappointed" disdain from Tyler's bad call.]

...I apologise for my assumption. It's still hard reframing what... other immortals are capable of when I've only had the one, far less sympathetic example.

[It's honestly hard admitting he's not seeing things as objectively as he thinks he does, and this is a very exhausting conversation for it.]

If it's alright with you, I. May have to draw this conversation to a close. You've given me a lot to try and wrap my head around, that I need to come to terms with in a few ways. [He offers a small, uncertain smile.] I appreciate you taking the time to tell me all of it. I know it can't have been easy.

[amaure]

[Even though Solus wasn't trying to get worked up over that, he does feel rather keenly how his heart rate did indeed increase. How his emotions have rose as he explains the depth of loss, and the further logic behind what he's doing...even if it's a lot heavier of a weight than he might be implying. It's not so simple that he's taking all these lives because of the true life it will be restoring...

Tyler was right in that he's fond of mortals in his own way—but mainly he pities them, despite himself. Much the same with how he feels about Tyler, and the clear discomfort that he's feeling settles Solus a bit. Letting out a slow breath, he's able to calm himself. But that apology also helps to soothe his disappointment, and he gives a shallow nod.]

You are right, this is never easy, but neither is the constant misunderstandings. If I can yet find common ground, or at the very least understanding, to keep such at bay...then it's worth revisiting the ache.

[He gives Tyler his own smile, and if he remembers what Hythlodaeus said, he might note that the left corner of his mouth is the higher part to his otherwise crooked smile.]

You have my gratitude, thank you. Pray take care.

[And with that usual flamboyant wave of his—though it's far more languid and...tired, he cuts the feed.]