[he squeezes his hand back, but he doesn't manage an answer-- he really is tearing up, after lavi listens and follows through with it, emotions worn out and grateful and despondent and affectionate all at once.
he still doesn't know if he can do this, but damned if the most effective thing anyone has said to him this whole weekend isn't... that he tried to learn to hold on to that hope from him.
after a minute, he finally picks up with,]
What-- what if I'm not strong enough for this, Lavi. I already don't think that I am.
I want to help you because I want you to stay, Mathis. Don't say it like -- [the exhaustion just comes back, twofold, threefold. he presses his cold hand against his face to snap him out of it]
...Don't say it like I don't. I said I'll respect whatever decision you make.
[that spike of frustration gets a little jolt of surprise and alarm, in turn. a little guilt, a little self-consciousness.]
Lavi, I... [a little squeeze of his hand.] ...Th-then let me ask you something unfair.
I know... that you don't feel the same.
[he struggles to keep it muted, but the flicker of pain when he says it is there, much as he tries to bury it. he can't kill it. he's tried.]
But, please, if you want to help me, then you have to let me help you. At least try to let me in enough for that. I can't just be... if I can't be someone who can help you in turn, then I don't know if I can decide to stay.
[he can't do this if it's one-sided like that. if he's the only one being supported. if he feels like... like he's another problem that exists here. this has to be mutual, he needs to know that it is.]
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[Lavi feels the flicker of pain, and the same guilt rises in him in response, though it's swamped by the exhaustion from earlier. his face hurts, his body hurts, he's tired and he can only replay the trial in his head. he can only think of Kate jerking back in fear from him and Laudna putting her to rest, even though Kate had been trying too, to be of use and helpful. but he tries -- he can put it aside, all of it, for this conversation now. but then Mathis continues talking, and he can only feel the confusion rise in him in return,
letting him in just means admitting to his own frustration and rage and impotence, of walking off like he did last Saturday and remembering all of Bookman's mantras, of asking 'so if I don't let you in, then you'll just die?'
I won't... I won't just be a weight on you, and on everyone else. I can't do that, Lavi.
[he really won't make it, if it's like that, but especially when it comes to him.]
I'm willing to wait, and I'm... willing to try, but I can't accept help from you and not help you. Even if you say that you're fine. I know-- I know how heavy things like this are, and if you want to stay until the end, but you won't let any of us share it with you... how heavy is it going to be by then?
[there is, for... honestly, for the first time this week, a tiny flicker of determination.]
So-- so share it with me. Tell me. Let me at least try. I won't make it a condition of staying, I... I won't put that weight on you, too, but if we are both here... that's what I want.
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And if you aren't already paired with someone, then I want to ask you to... to be my partner, when Ashlyn dies. Her monster is a manticore, too.
[if Lavi were a normal person then he'd be touched, he'd try to open up to this -- others have tried, so many people have, and he's responded to them in turn -- so at this point, there is really no reason to say no or to refuse.
But Lavi is not a normal person, not when he's conditioned himself to do exactly none of these things. the extent that he is letting himself feel, the small space he's letting people see -- it's so much from him already. even though it's barely anything at all if he was normal. if this is what mathis wants, then Lavi can at least try to shape an honest response back.]
Honestly, Mathis -- you're helping just by being here. ...But now I know that's not enough for you. [rubs his face] I won't promise or say that I'll let you or anyone else in. ...But I'll try.
[will he succeed? he doesn't know. but he could have easily lied and agreed, but he won't. this is as much as he can give too.]
I have a partner, but I know a few people who don't, so I can ask them for you.
[there's the briefest little tinge of worry at the last answer, just because-- well, it's still going to be a lot at this point, to agree to tie himself to someone, and it makes him nervous not knowing what his options are going to be. but the people he would trust the most with it are already paired.]
All that I want is... for you to try.
[that's enough for him, after what he's seen of lavi, what he knows. he knows it's hard. but it's hard for him to stay when he's asked, so isn't it fair?]
I know-- I know that everyone says it's enough to be here, but it doesn't feel very much like it. Especially considering our situation. If I try to live, then... how can I stay over anyone else if all I'm contributing is being here?
[a little shake of his head.]
I only heard vaguely about some of the notes, I had no idea we've been finding anything at all or that we had any theories until Gojo told our group in the garden the other night-- I did get one letter mentioning the numbers, but someone came to me later to tell me about it, because they thought no one else was going to.
[so it's difficult to feel like he has anything to contribute.]
I mean, I don't know if we're the ones finding anything. No one who wrote to me even mentioned the number. I only learned about that from Laudna and Yuffie's letters.
The dead can't share everything they want to. But what's obvious is that they need us to be here, so that someone can do what they can't. I think what they need is us to keep distracting the cult, keep their attention occupied so they don't start looking for where the dead are.
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he still doesn't know if he can do this, but damned if the most effective thing anyone has said to him this whole weekend isn't... that he tried to learn to hold on to that hope from him.
after a minute, he finally picks up with,]
What-- what if I'm not strong enough for this, Lavi. I already don't think that I am.
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[for living, for dying. for anything.]
No one is strong enough to do either on their own. And you've got people on both sides who wanna help you.
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[small, closer to plaintive. he doesn't know how to survive this.]
I'll wait for the letters, but... please.
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I want to help you because I want you to stay, Mathis. Don't say it like -- [the exhaustion just comes back, twofold, threefold. he presses his cold hand against his face to snap him out of it]
...Don't say it like I don't. I said I'll respect whatever decision you make.
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[that spike of frustration gets a little jolt of surprise and alarm, in turn. a little guilt, a little self-consciousness.]
Lavi, I... [a little squeeze of his hand.] ...Th-then let me ask you something unfair.
I know... that you don't feel the same.
[he struggles to keep it muted, but the flicker of pain when he says it is there, much as he tries to bury it. he can't kill it. he's tried.]
But, please, if you want to help me, then you have to let me help you. At least try to let me in enough for that. I can't just be... if I can't be someone who can help you in turn, then I don't know if I can decide to stay.
[he can't do this if it's one-sided like that. if he's the only one being supported. if he feels like... like he's another problem that exists here. this has to be mutual, he needs to know that it is.]
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letting him in just means admitting to his own frustration and rage and impotence, of walking off like he did last Saturday and remembering all of Bookman's mantras, of asking 'so if I don't let you in, then you'll just die?'
he works his jaw,]
Let you in how? What are you asking for exactly?
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[he really won't make it, if it's like that, but especially when it comes to him.]
I'm willing to wait, and I'm... willing to try, but I can't accept help from you and not help you. Even if you say that you're fine. I know-- I know how heavy things like this are, and if you want to stay until the end, but you won't let any of us share it with you... how heavy is it going to be by then?
[there is, for... honestly, for the first time this week, a tiny flicker of determination.]
So-- so share it with me. Tell me. Let me at least try. I won't make it a condition of staying, I... I won't put that weight on you, too, but if we are both here... that's what I want.
[...]
And if you aren't already paired with someone, then I want to ask you to... to be my partner, when Ashlyn dies. Her monster is a manticore, too.
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But Lavi is not a normal person, not when he's conditioned himself to do exactly none of these things. the extent that he is letting himself feel, the small space he's letting people see -- it's so much from him already. even though it's barely anything at all if he was normal. if this is what mathis wants, then Lavi can at least try to shape an honest response back.]
Honestly, Mathis -- you're helping just by being here. ...But now I know that's not enough for you. [rubs his face] I won't promise or say that I'll let you or anyone else in. ...But I'll try.
[will he succeed? he doesn't know. but he could have easily lied and agreed, but he won't. this is as much as he can give too.]
I have a partner, but I know a few people who don't, so I can ask them for you.
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All that I want is... for you to try.
[that's enough for him, after what he's seen of lavi, what he knows. he knows it's hard. but it's hard for him to stay when he's asked, so isn't it fair?]
I know-- I know that everyone says it's enough to be here, but it doesn't feel very much like it. Especially considering our situation. If I try to live, then... how can I stay over anyone else if all I'm contributing is being here?
[a little shake of his head.]
I only heard vaguely about some of the notes, I had no idea we've been finding anything at all or that we had any theories until Gojo told our group in the garden the other night-- I did get one letter mentioning the numbers, but someone came to me later to tell me about it, because they thought no one else was going to.
[so it's difficult to feel like he has anything to contribute.]
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The dead can't share everything they want to. But what's obvious is that they need us to be here, so that someone can do what they can't. I think what they need is us to keep distracting the cult, keep their attention occupied so they don't start looking for where the dead are.
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[mathis sitting there in curfew like the huh? we what? huh??]
--w-wait, is attracting attention what all of the curses are about-?!
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[lavi knows how he feels about some of the curses by now BUT THAT'S! WORSE!]