for pyrrhaicvictory

[sarcaskick]

You're a world-renowned fighter.
We're obviously leagues apart.

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[pyrrhaicvictory]

It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought it up. Let's just . . . leave it there for now.

[sarcaskick]

Yeah. Sure.

[ He takes in a deep breath to heave out a sigh, tossing his head back to flip some of the hair away from his face. He'd normally use his hands, but they're a bit busy with the crutches and all. ]

So. This, uh. garden. How much farther?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

We're almost there. Are you sure you don't need a hand?

[ It's a small conciliatory gesture. It can't do much but she's willing to help him. ]

[sarcaskick]

I'll manage.

[ ... Even if he does appear to be in pain, still. He may heal fast thanks to aura and whatnot, but this is still a pretty fresh injury and a brutal one at that. Even with the crutches it still hurts a fair bit, and he's probably not as good at hiding it as he'd like to be. ]

I'm not sure how much you could do for me, anyway.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I don't know either. But that doesn't mean I won't do what I can.

[ That's always been her way. ]

[sarcaskick]

But you refused to carry me. Does that mean you can't? I hope you're not calling me heavy.

[ There. Jokes. Jokes make everything better. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I don't think your pride could have handled it.

[sarcaskick]

Oh, I don't know about that. Pride's pretty overrated anyway.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I don't hear that very often from a boy.

[ In a way, that reminds her of Jaune. ]

[sarcaskick]

The one thing I do take pride in is being something different from the average guy. Surely you've noticed this by now.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Maybe you're . . . slightly more than average.

[sarcaskick]

So stingy with your praise! I guess I'll have to strive to do better.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I'm sure you can handle it.

[sarcaskick]

So you want to praise me more?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Maybe after a while. I wouldn't want your ego to get ahead of you.

[ They finally make it to the garden. There's a stone bench and a fountain nearby, so she helps him sit down.]

[sarcaskick]

Too late!

[ He shoots her a quick wink before accepting her help, supporting his weight against her a little as she helps him onto the bench. ]

I guess you're more than used to the praise, huh?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I get it a lot.

[ Everything looks so peaceful . . . it's hard to picture any kind of war happening ]

I was taught to always be thankful and remember my manners when I received a compliment.

[sarcaskick]

Oh yeah?

[ He sets his crutches down at the side of the bench and clasps his hands behind his head, looking around at the garden with an unimpressed sort of frown. ]

Well I wish I had something good to say about this place.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

There's nothing you like about Beacon or Vale?

[sarcaskick]

Huh? Oh, no, I just meant the garden. But then again, I guess it just doesn't look as impressive when juxtaposed with you.

[ And then he just smiles at her expectantly - as if seeing whether or not she'll take such blatant flattery with grace. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

[ She chuckles ]

That wasn't too shabby, I suppose.

I really like Vale. Sanctum was nice, but this place makes me feel at ease. Despite all the . . . crazy stuff.

[sarcaskick]

What, are you serious? That was like the lamest line I could have come up with. Is that what you're into?

[ There's a grin as he leans back on the bench, stretching his arms to rest his elbows on the back of it. ]

Haven's alright. Parts of it, anyway. Just like anywhere else, there are good neighborhoods and bad ones.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I didn't say it was perfect.

Do you miss it?

[sarcaskick]

At least give me a 1-to-10 rating, here.

I grew up in one of the bad ones. So, no. I can't say I really do.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Maybe a four.

Is that why you left to come here?