[He's practically falling to pieces, she thinks, frightened and fascinated at it. She hasn't meant for it to happen, and her own heart thunders harder and harder the more she listens to his distress. But there is also a strange hypnotic effect to it, knowing that it was her words - really very simple words, too - that elicited such a response. That there's such an obvious, easy button to push...
But of course there is. She understands completely because she had been in his place, because now she is sure of what she'd only considered as a way possibility when she messaged him. The reason she had messaged him. He isn't faking this. Something is wrong with him, and perhaps it really is not so different from what is wrong with her.]
I know you can't. [She speaks very quietly. She does that, when it's time to speak truths. Truths are easier to whisper.] I know because - because I don't intend to not be able to - to do the things I can't do either. They said I was lazy and wasn't trying hard enough and that I was lying about it to get out of doing work and learning and that I should be ashamed. And then they said, it's a defect. Like a crippled foot, but in the brain...
[Now it's her turn to stop, draw a breath. It's not as hard on her as it clearly is on him, and she can't quite say why - she doesn't want to say it's because she's stronger. That is just the wrong thing to say. And it is still hard. She's so used to straining so much, coming up with so many tricks to hide it.]
But now Dr. Watson says it's a an illness. That people like me get better.
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Date: 2016-08-24 02:59 pm (UTC)But of course there is. She understands completely because she had been in his place, because now she is sure of what she'd only considered as a way possibility when she messaged him. The reason she had messaged him. He isn't faking this. Something is wrong with him, and perhaps it really is not so different from what is wrong with her.]
I know you can't. [She speaks very quietly. She does that, when it's time to speak truths. Truths are easier to whisper.] I know because - because I don't intend to not be able to - to do the things I can't do either. They said I was lazy and wasn't trying hard enough and that I was lying about it to get out of doing work and learning and that I should be ashamed. And then they said, it's a defect. Like a crippled foot, but in the brain...
[Now it's her turn to stop, draw a breath. It's not as hard on her as it clearly is on him, and she can't quite say why - she doesn't want to say it's because she's stronger. That is just the wrong thing to say. And it is still hard. She's so used to straining so much, coming up with so many tricks to hide it.]
But now Dr. Watson says it's a an illness. That people like me get better.