Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 30, 2017 7:00:03 GMT -5
Erek gave the girl a look that he could only assume was similar to one that a father would give a child that had a mouth covered in crumbs trying to say they hadn't snuck a cookie. Her obvious lie fell on deaf ears, and he watched her pout and refuse to heal herself as she fell into a seated position once she realized that he wasn't going budge on the subject, however, similarly-- she refused to actually heal the damage done to her body. His expression slowly turned ot one of distaste.
Slowly, calmly, he fell into a seat across from her, resting his chin lightly in his palm as he watched her-- did she want to keep her power up from the anger and damage that she had accumulated? That was possible, but it seemed overwhelmingly illogical. The real reason was likely something much simpler-- she didn't want to do anything too cerebral, she wanted to lose herself in something so that she didn't have to think-- and Erek was forced with a choice. Allow that, or try and move her forward. The healthy choice for her would be to move forward-- but he couldn't help but feel it was too early to try that line of thought.
The wound was still bloody-- and that wound was likely why her ability to sense him, mimic him, follow his reiatsu-- was all also weaker. She was being ruled by the flashes of the past-- but he wasn't sure the best way to help her deal with that but time. Slowly his gaze lifted up, and he released a slow, careful sigh-- before his gaze focused on her. Whenever he tried to think too hard on these things he knew he'd already lost, there was only one way to handle the situations-- being blunt, and forward.
"You're not going to get stronger, doing things like this Freyleif," he finally stated as he looked down into the girl's eyes a few moments after she had commented on being ready. His eyes looked into her own, and he knew she understood what he meant by that-- but he also wasn't certain if she was going to be willing to admit it, and talk to him about it, or if he was going to have to force her to acknowledge that she had a problem once more. Her mind was too full of her failures and pain-- those things could be powerful driving forces-- but not when they were obsessed over.
Right now it was hindering everything-- and he couldn't very well teach here a new skill if her mind wasn't paying close enough attention to properly mimic him. With her superior reiatsu sensory and capability to copy others, as well as how much natural talent and experience the girl had, she should have no issue in managing to of at least put him on the defensive once or twice by now. Instead, she'd just become a punching bag practically-- there was no point to this. She needed to acknowledge her problem, and she needed to move past it if there was any hope of her actually evolving her current skills.
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Slowly, calmly, he fell into a seat across from her, resting his chin lightly in his palm as he watched her-- did she want to keep her power up from the anger and damage that she had accumulated? That was possible, but it seemed overwhelmingly illogical. The real reason was likely something much simpler-- she didn't want to do anything too cerebral, she wanted to lose herself in something so that she didn't have to think-- and Erek was forced with a choice. Allow that, or try and move her forward. The healthy choice for her would be to move forward-- but he couldn't help but feel it was too early to try that line of thought.
The wound was still bloody-- and that wound was likely why her ability to sense him, mimic him, follow his reiatsu-- was all also weaker. She was being ruled by the flashes of the past-- but he wasn't sure the best way to help her deal with that but time. Slowly his gaze lifted up, and he released a slow, careful sigh-- before his gaze focused on her. Whenever he tried to think too hard on these things he knew he'd already lost, there was only one way to handle the situations-- being blunt, and forward.
"You're not going to get stronger, doing things like this Freyleif," he finally stated as he looked down into the girl's eyes a few moments after she had commented on being ready. His eyes looked into her own, and he knew she understood what he meant by that-- but he also wasn't certain if she was going to be willing to admit it, and talk to him about it, or if he was going to have to force her to acknowledge that she had a problem once more. Her mind was too full of her failures and pain-- those things could be powerful driving forces-- but not when they were obsessed over.
Right now it was hindering everything-- and he couldn't very well teach here a new skill if her mind wasn't paying close enough attention to properly mimic him. With her superior reiatsu sensory and capability to copy others, as well as how much natural talent and experience the girl had, she should have no issue in managing to of at least put him on the defensive once or twice by now. Instead, she'd just become a punching bag practically-- there was no point to this. She needed to acknowledge her problem, and she needed to move past it if there was any hope of her actually evolving her current skills.
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