week 2 ( wednesday )

[subordinacy]

[On the one hand, they have beds now. On the other hand, Setz doesn't care, because he has absolutely no intention of sleeping in that place. Good for everyone else, though.

Still, he doesn't stray too far from the area, since he knows that Jacopo isn't done with him and the last thing he needs is another lecture about wandering off on top of what he's already going to get. He knows it isn't undeserved, but—well, admittedly, he can't say it irks him now. With all adrenaline gone, and the others taken care of, he's left exhausted and empty inside.

Leaning against a wall, arms crossed, he waits.]

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[subordinacy]

It's just a bruise! [It's just—well, it's just him. He doesn't understand why Jacopo is acting like this.] They were only concerned about her. That's all.

[grano]

I don't care if they were concerned about her! It was her goddamned fault anyways!

[ he's still walking away, but he does turn to glare daggers at him. ]

Why are you convinced that it doesn't matter if you get hurt? Do you truly loathe yourself that much?

[subordinacy]

Don't blame Eleanor for this!

[He takes a few steps after Jacopo, not quite pursuing him, but.

Regardless, at Jacopo's question, he freezes. Whether he hates himself or not—it's not something he's ever thought too much about before. (Because, for so long, this was just "how things were".)

After a moment, he snaps himself out of it. That's not important. Right now, he's worried Jacopo is going to do something rash (such as, say, go after the offender).]

That's beside the point. What are you going to do?

[grano]

Does it matter?

[ he's already leaving, it's all good and well. ]

Tch. It's not as though you trust me anyways.

[subordinacy]

[This is turning into a mess.]

That doesn't mean—damn it, Jacopo, don't do anything stupid!