Post by eltrou on May 13, 2018 4:34:21 GMT
Miguel had every right to be pissed after the Huntress went off and had her massive tantrum that almost got the party killed -not to mention that he still had no idea where Sparrow even was- but there was just something about that look of defeat that tugged at him more than it should have. Maybe it was because he had Moriarty out and he was the nicest of his pokemon, or maybe it was because he'd seen that look on her face before on a mirror. Whatever it may have been... he did promise someone that he would help her, and frankly she was reminding him of certain things a little too much for him to be comfortable.
"Go fetch the good ol' rock cocoon, will you Moriarty?" Miguel asked. The massive floating bell floated off to go look for the missing cocoon, who they had managed to forget for the duration of the fight that seemed to drag on and on.
Once that was done, he walked over to where the Huntress was and sighed. "...maybe part of weakness is genetic, yeah. The world's not made equal. I'd know more than most how shitty a hand life can deal you." Miguel admitted with a small sigh.
"But the world we live in today was not created due to the power of one. Humans by their lonesome are weak and fragile compared to some of the other creatures out there, like lions or elephants, and don't have the sheer freedom of birds. They managed to rise not because of their own strength, but by learning how to trust each other and work together. To be able to pass on the fruits of their labor from generation to generation and have each generation build upon that knowledge, that solid foundation until we made something great... until the world became our oyster." He looked at her with calm eyes. "What you were doing... that wasn't building trust. That was merely forcing your power upon the others and shouldering all the burden, kind of like a tyrant or a dictator. But even those sorts had people to help them, advise them, and shoulder the burden... though not nearly enough to make a difference. There's a reason why there are so few dictatorships today - the group has always been stronger than the individual, better than the sum of their parts if they know how to work together... or worse if they're fighting with each other."
He smiled wryly. "Alone, we wouldn't have been able to beat you. But together... we managed to pull enough effort to be able to. Isn't that a good enough demonstration of what people helping you can do?"
He sighed once again as he ran a weary hand through his hair. "Look... you really should ease up. Let people help you. Let them help you shoulder the burden of protection. Don't work them or yourself to death - you're young, enjoy life and take it one step at a time. If you or them make mistakes, that's fine. That's not the end of the world. You mourn, you learn, and then you get yourself back up and move on. Life's not gonna pull its punches and it's always better to weather the storm with company."
"If it's any consolation though... you meant well. Just... your methods were really, really off."
"Go fetch the good ol' rock cocoon, will you Moriarty?" Miguel asked. The massive floating bell floated off to go look for the missing cocoon, who they had managed to forget for the duration of the fight that seemed to drag on and on.
Once that was done, he walked over to where the Huntress was and sighed. "...maybe part of weakness is genetic, yeah. The world's not made equal. I'd know more than most how shitty a hand life can deal you." Miguel admitted with a small sigh.
"But the world we live in today was not created due to the power of one. Humans by their lonesome are weak and fragile compared to some of the other creatures out there, like lions or elephants, and don't have the sheer freedom of birds. They managed to rise not because of their own strength, but by learning how to trust each other and work together. To be able to pass on the fruits of their labor from generation to generation and have each generation build upon that knowledge, that solid foundation until we made something great... until the world became our oyster." He looked at her with calm eyes. "What you were doing... that wasn't building trust. That was merely forcing your power upon the others and shouldering all the burden, kind of like a tyrant or a dictator. But even those sorts had people to help them, advise them, and shoulder the burden... though not nearly enough to make a difference. There's a reason why there are so few dictatorships today - the group has always been stronger than the individual, better than the sum of their parts if they know how to work together... or worse if they're fighting with each other."
He smiled wryly. "Alone, we wouldn't have been able to beat you. But together... we managed to pull enough effort to be able to. Isn't that a good enough demonstration of what people helping you can do?"
He sighed once again as he ran a weary hand through his hair. "Look... you really should ease up. Let people help you. Let them help you shoulder the burden of protection. Don't work them or yourself to death - you're young, enjoy life and take it one step at a time. If you or them make mistakes, that's fine. That's not the end of the world. You mourn, you learn, and then you get yourself back up and move on. Life's not gonna pull its punches and it's always better to weather the storm with company."
"If it's any consolation though... you meant well. Just... your methods were really, really off."