Justice and Control

"Hmm," he says quietly, thinking about the problem. If only one could file a restraining order against an ethereal being. That would sure save a lot of time for Chastity, he thought mildly, then immediately wished he could hit himself for thinking of dead friends again.

Atramentous whirls to face him. “I know that, do you think I’m stupid? On and on she goes, every fucking day. Oh, Atramentous, you’re such a gosh-fucking-darn misery to have around. She’s not so sweet, you know! Did you maybe consider she was a rotten child who deserved something like me? I mean, she wasn’t, but you still shouldn’t make assumptions. This is none of your business anyway! Who died and let you think you can stick your nose in everything, huh?”

Temperance's face darkens at hr tantrum. He supposed he should've expected as much. "No one deserves someone like you." he says, clenching his fists.

"Me?" Cyan blinks, momentarily stunned. She can’t remember the last time someone asked her that. "Oh, what I want isn’t all that important. Just to have her leave me alone, really."

"Hmm," he says quietly, thinking about the problem. If only one could file a restraining order against an ethereal being. That would sure save a lot of time for Chastity, he thought mildly, then immediately wished he could hit himself for thinking of dead friends again.

He raises an eyebrow at her last comment. “Oh? Is that what tipped you off about me being different?” he asks dryly, looking back over at Atramentous. The whole situation came across as completely wrong to Temperance. Her soul had been stolen as a child? And now she was forever doomed to be trailed by someone that made her extremely uncomfortable?

Cyan gives a nervous laugh. It’s rather daunting, speaking to someone who takes her situation just as seriously as she used to. His appearance doesn’t exactly set her at ease, either.

He frowns, folding his arms. This whole thing didn’t sit right with him in the slightest. He looks over at Atramentous, merely looking at her for a few moments before giving a solid answer.

"Well, I…once had a short spell in a juvenile psych ward, but… Aside from that…" She gives a weak smile. "People don’t believe she’s real. I guess it goes without saying you must be different if you could see her without her letting you."

He raises an eyebrow at her last comment. "Oh? Is that what tipped you off about me being different?" he asks dryly, looking back over at Atramentous. The whole situation came across as completely wrong to Temperance. Her soul had been stolen as a child? And now she was forever doomed to be trailed by someone that made her extremely uncomfortable?

Temperance folds his arms, slowly panning over to look at Atramentous. “You stole her soul. When she was a child.” he says flatly, getting what he imagined was a pretty clear picture of what happened.

"No, not that I know of. My parents tried to have me exorcised once, but - well, clearly it didn’t turn out ideally." Cyan shrugs and sighs. "I’ll have been fourteen years in a few months, you know! What a strange thing to keep track of, haha."

He frowns, folding his arms. This whole thing didn't sit right with him in the slightest. He looks over at Atramentous, merely looking at her for a few moments before giving a solid answer.