You say that as though I haven't been hiding for days, mulling over our first encounter. Well, the first for me, perhaps.
[Despite the fact Pratt knows him well enough to have probably expected it, Carlisle is still embarrassed he fled. Avoiding his problems in the most literal sense has been his way of life for as long as he can remember, a habit only exacerbated by his affliction. It was easier to hide; it kept people from being tainted by his curse, or so he thought. He's not sure what to think anymore, save for that he does feel some sense of camaraderie with Pratt already, as though he could commiserate with this man about many of the regrets they carry with them. Perhaps that's why Carlisle was his friend before.
His natural paranoia tells him not to trust any of this, despite the proof Poison has of his existence in Hadriel, but Carlisle finds that in all honesty, he wants to believe its real -- the city, the people, the connections, all of it. He was angry at first for having lost it all, and still is in some way, but the thought he could have all this again is painfully enticing... and far better than the alternative. He has lived that way for far too long already.]
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You say that as though I haven't been hiding for days, mulling over our first encounter. Well, the first for me, perhaps.
[Despite the fact Pratt knows him well enough to have probably expected it, Carlisle is still embarrassed he fled. Avoiding his problems in the most literal sense has been his way of life for as long as he can remember, a habit only exacerbated by his affliction. It was easier to hide; it kept people from being tainted by his curse, or so he thought. He's not sure what to think anymore, save for that he does feel some sense of camaraderie with Pratt already, as though he could commiserate with this man about many of the regrets they carry with them. Perhaps that's why Carlisle was his friend before.
His natural paranoia tells him not to trust any of this, despite the proof Poison has of his existence in Hadriel, but Carlisle finds that in all honesty, he wants to believe its real -- the city, the people, the connections, all of it. He was angry at first for having lost it all, and still is in some way, but the thought he could have all this again is painfully enticing... and far better than the alternative. He has lived that way for far too long already.]