[An impression of someone formed over the course of a lifetime is not set aside in a matter of weeks. The very idea of Myr--strong, capable, athletic Myr, who was beating up miscreants on teenage Vandelin's behalf while still prepubescent, who could swing a staff and a spirit blade with enough force to lay out a fully-armored templar when he tried--being thought of as weak or crippled or helpless is too much to wrap his mind around without effort.
He'd swear that he hasn't been avoiding Myr, especially not so that he doesn't have to see the blindfold. He would be lying. But Myr's train of thought here still would never have occurred to him without explanation.]
That's not how I meant it. Not for a second. I'm not trying to keep you safe, I'm just trying to find a way to give you what you always said you wanted. I thought--
[He doesn't know what he'd thought. His vision for the future of the Circles, such as it is, had never truly been compatible with what he'd thought Myr would want anyway. He ought to be relieved that Myr doesn't seem to want everything put back the way it was after all, but the fact that he can't predict anymore what Myr wants from the future only makes him all the uneasier.]
It doesn't matter. For fuck's sake, Myr--the rest of the idiots here can see just fine, and you're still doing better than they are. Let the dumb bastards assume what they want.
[By 'rest of the idiots here,' he's perhaps projecting his own inability to navigate Kirkwall with the ease he'd hoped for. But he'd rather die than say it in so many words.]
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He'd swear that he hasn't been avoiding Myr, especially not so that he doesn't have to see the blindfold. He would be lying. But Myr's train of thought here still would never have occurred to him without explanation.]
That's not how I meant it. Not for a second. I'm not trying to keep you safe, I'm just trying to find a way to give you what you always said you wanted. I thought--
[He doesn't know what he'd thought. His vision for the future of the Circles, such as it is, had never truly been compatible with what he'd thought Myr would want anyway. He ought to be relieved that Myr doesn't seem to want everything put back the way it was after all, but the fact that he can't predict anymore what Myr wants from the future only makes him all the uneasier.]
It doesn't matter. For fuck's sake, Myr--the rest of the idiots here can see just fine, and you're still doing better than they are. Let the dumb bastards assume what they want.
[By 'rest of the idiots here,' he's perhaps projecting his own inability to navigate Kirkwall with the ease he'd hoped for. But he'd rather die than say it in so many words.]