Anzu shut the door behind her, stepping into the room. She smiled as she headed closer and towards the chair Dilan had pointed out to take a seat there. "Thanks," she said. "Don't worry about it. I'd be a horrible guest if I expected you to come to the door right now, right?" She grinned slightly. "It's nice to meet you, by the way." She hadn't really known what to expect, other than someone who seemed fairly composed and sounded kind enough from what she'd gathered so far, judging by their conversations - well, other than getting into fights, but she really didn't know much about that so she couldn't say anything.
Anzu's expression grew more serious. How badly hurt was he? He didn't sound too good right now, although he was sitting up. She couldn't really tell just by looking at him from over here, though.
"Um..." Anzu pushed some of her hair behind her ear, feeling a little at a loss of what to say now that she was here. "Did you want to talk about something, Dilan?"
He couldn't help but laugh a little at that, though the simple action made him feel somehow more tired.
He saw her expression change, and his own, in turn, sombered.
"Yes, actually," he said softly. "It's just.. you mentioned.." He made a noise like a growl in the back of his throat, frustrated. He felt like an idiot, asking her this, but... for some reason he felt he could trust her, and she wouldn't think him entirely stupid for it. He paused, for a second, looking off to one side. He gathered his courage in taking a deep breath and asked, "You said I seem like a ... good person." Something clenched in his chest, and his face was sad. "And that my friends .. would care." He shut his eyes. "I don't understand. I don't understand why they care... they've only known me for a few days, and two of them risked their lives to..." he trailed off.
"What is it to be a good person..? And what on earth did I do to deserve..." he made a small gesture. ".. kindness, like yours?"
He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he was
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Anzu folded her hands in her lap, watching Dilan. As he spoke, her expression grew surprised at first, then contemplative, but then, once he seemed to be finished, she offered him an encouraging smile. "Well, even a friendship that's just starting out can already be on its way to becoming a good one, right? And if they see you as a friend, it's a natural thing for them to care. I'm guessing they just followed what they felt was the right thing to do." She paused for a moment
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Dilan stared out the window while she spoke, unable to bring himself to meet her eyes at first. Then, much to his own surprise, he smiled, though he still did not look at her. "I suppose that's true. Paradisa is a strange place... so much can happen in such a short time. It's just.." He laughed faintly, but it was a sad sound. "Before Paradisa... my life had begun to slip into a sort of seclusion.. so this is all very strange for me. I suppose I'll get used to it as time passes." He finally looked at her, and his smile was grateful now, for reasons he couldn't even begin to explain
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[OOC: Gah, I'm really sorry for the delay. D: Don't worry about replying to this, if you'd prefer to wrap it up? Thanks for the logging, though!]Anzu returned the smile. Although she hadn't missed the tone of that first laugh and some of the things that Dilan had said a few moments ago made her curious, she wasn't going to ask questions, even if she wondered what Dilan's life might have been like before he'd come to Paradisa
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Anzu's expression grew more serious. How badly hurt was he? He didn't sound too good right now, although he was sitting up. She couldn't really tell just by looking at him from over here, though.
"Um..." Anzu pushed some of her hair behind her ear, feeling a little at a loss of what to say now that she was here. "Did you want to talk about something, Dilan?"
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He saw her expression change, and his own, in turn, sombered.
"Yes, actually," he said softly. "It's just.. you mentioned.." He made a noise like a growl in the back of his throat, frustrated. He felt like an idiot, asking her this, but... for some reason he felt he could trust her, and she wouldn't think him entirely stupid for it. He paused, for a second, looking off to one side. He gathered his courage in taking a deep breath and asked, "You said I seem like a ... good person." Something clenched in his chest, and his face was sad. "And that my friends .. would care." He shut his eyes. "I don't understand. I don't understand why they care... they've only known me for a few days, and two of them risked their lives to..." he trailed off.
"What is it to be a good person..? And what on earth did I do to deserve..." he made a small gesture. ".. kindness, like yours?"
He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he was ( ... )
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