Post by Alister Rockwell on Oct 20, 2018 13:52:05 GMT
One type of frustration gave way to another as Liya spoke. It was the frustration of somebody who was angry and wanted validation of their feelings, but instead was confronted with cold, inarguable logic. There was such utter sincerity in Liya's words that Alister couldn't help but accede to what she was saying - but that didn't really make him feel any better. He looked away from Liya - unsettling as she was, he couldn't find it in him to be angry at somebody so sincerely determined to help him.
Goddamn, what he wouldn't give for the ability to actually smoke. He could use one right now. What he really needed was just to blow off a lot of steam - the bash had helped, but the fight had stopped before it had really got going, and his bouts with Solomon usually stopped before they could really risk damaging each other, or the surroundings. The thought of going back into that building - into that intangible web of alliances and politics and raw, unfiltered bullshit - make his stomach crawl. Instead, the Brujah rage in his blood was telling him to go out and fuck shit up until he felt better.
He couldn't really do that until Liya let him, though. She'd asked him to stay, after all.
He realised that he'd been silent for a while. He tried to think of something to say, and settled on the truth.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, really," he said, a lot more softly and gently than his previous outburst. "But it's really not what I need right now. What I need is to fuck off for a while and do something...really fucking stupid." Like bash some some fucking heads in stupid, was the unstated but clearly implied meaning. "Until I feel better. Solomon's got my number in case you need me, so, if you don't mind..."
Goddamn, what he wouldn't give for the ability to actually smoke. He could use one right now. What he really needed was just to blow off a lot of steam - the bash had helped, but the fight had stopped before it had really got going, and his bouts with Solomon usually stopped before they could really risk damaging each other, or the surroundings. The thought of going back into that building - into that intangible web of alliances and politics and raw, unfiltered bullshit - make his stomach crawl. Instead, the Brujah rage in his blood was telling him to go out and fuck shit up until he felt better.
He couldn't really do that until Liya let him, though. She'd asked him to stay, after all.
He realised that he'd been silent for a while. He tried to think of something to say, and settled on the truth.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, really," he said, a lot more softly and gently than his previous outburst. "But it's really not what I need right now. What I need is to fuck off for a while and do something...really fucking stupid." Like bash some some fucking heads in stupid, was the unstated but clearly implied meaning. "Until I feel better. Solomon's got my number in case you need me, so, if you don't mind..."