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So our moody Feyn is sitting by himself...
Feyn: If anyone comes out, you'll tell them to leave me alone.
Seph: Right.
Feyn: *sigh*
Seph: If I were to take a guess, I'd say you're enjoying wallowing in self-pity.
Feyn: I am. So let me be.
Seph: It's affecting everyone around you.
Feyn: Wonderful. I'm glad they realise I'm not a happy man right now.
Seph: . . .
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Seph: You know...you're being rather mean to your boy.
Feyn: I'm trying to make him dislike me.
Seph: You know being hurtful doesn't work.
Feyn: Yes, I know. But currently, I don't really care.
Seph: You'll care soon enough. And then drown in more guilt.
Feyn: . . .
Silren: You should be kinder to him.
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Feyn: The boy has driven you to defend him?
Silren: I don't like how miserable you're making him.
Seph: . . .
Feyn: Well now... You like him that much?
Silren: He doesn't have to be so sad.
Feyn: Neither does Kamahn, Silren. And neither do I.
Seph: You?
Feyn: Sometimes.
Seph: Ah.
Feyn: *glowers* So I have my own problems.
Seph: Hey, I didn't say anything.
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Silren: You shouldn't be taking your frustrations out on the boy.
Feyn: Why not? He seems to want to take it.
Silren: No, he doesn't. But he doesn't have a choice.
Feyn: And you know because...
Silren: You make him cry, Feyn.
Feyn: . . .
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Feyn: *sigh*
Silren: But you know that, don't you?
Feyn: Yes, I suppose I do.
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| Feyn: Look, I really don't know what to do with him. I'm not able to give him what he wants--it's not a question, but a certainty. I'd thought that perhaps the rest of you will be able to. I'm not going about things the right way, I suppose. But I want him to want to be with all of you. I know he feels like Kamahn when it comes to ____ and I; but Kamahn has that demon Khamiel to turn to; the boy doesn't have anyone. All he does is look to me. When ____ and I finally make this place our new home, he's going to feel very left out--more than now.
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Feyn: *sigh* I'm not meant to take care of young boys.
Silren: You're trying.
Seph: Yeah, you are. One day, they'll understand and appreciate what you're trying to do. And maybe we will too. ^_^;
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Silren: Have you tried talking to him?
Feyn: Yes, and all he does is look hurt.
Seph: Lordy.
Feyn: Yes. *sigh* You'd think I was trying to tell him I do not want him anymore.
Seph: I thought that was the idea.
Feyn: ...well, that's the general idea. I'd hoped he would understand that he should look towards other people for affection.
Seph: Ouch.
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Feyn: See. Nothing ever gets said right.
Seph: *sigh*
Silren: . . .
Feyn: Things must seem really bad if you've come to talk to me about this, Silren.
Silren: No. Not really. It's just that we don't often get the chance to be alone.
Seph: *grin* I'm sure Ferrahn's going to show up soon enough.
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Feyn: *sigh*
Seph: He can hear everything we say, can't he?
Feyn: No, he can't.
Seph: He's not sitting that far away.
Feyn: He always sits out of earshot.
Seph: Oh. You've certainly trained him well.
Silren: Seph.
Seph: It's a joke!
Feyn: I'd said something before, not to him, but he took it to heart.
Seph: Oh.
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Feyn: You do realise this will look ridiculous in the pictures.
Seph: If that's a hint that I need to get him a body soon, I know.
Feyn: Good.
Silren: You'd like a shell of your own, don't you?
The boy: . . .
Feyn: Do you want a shell of your own?
The boy: *nods*
Seph: *sigh* I know, I know.
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