[Break snaps to attention when her negative response is so immediate. But he takes note of two things, as he lets her rant. The first is that she seems to be thinking of miracles only in terms of wishes, which he doesn’t actually blame her for even a little. In such a circumstance, the first problem is the inherent failings of the person making the wish, and the second is that the miracles are dependent on the whims of the one granting them. Break knows better than anyone how such things can go horrifically wrong.
The second is that despite her witchy trappings, Ange is being dramatic all over the table in a fit of woe about how annoying other people are, just as she often does in his kitchen at home when someone is posting stupid sentiments all over the network again.
She's still in there.
He closes his eye once he's heard her out, collecting his thoughts. After such an impassioned set of declarations, he's going to have to speak delicately. The last thing they need is for Ange to believe he's turned on her, too.]
…that isn't what I mean at all. I don't doubt you for a minute, that she would have been the worst of the lot. But the sorts of miracles I mean are the ones nobody is directing at all. The truly beautiful sort, the ones that are left entirely up to chance.
[Carefully, he directs his floating cookies into a neat little tower on the plate. If this weren’t such a serious situation he'd make the cookie tower shoot blueberries, as he is not done heckling Ange about her magical sniper tower. Alas.]
I think about it all the time. I have for months. All of us had to cross a cosmic ocean from different dimensions to be together here like this in the first place. And then, what if Qrow hadn't happened upon me when he did? What if I hadn't said yes when he asked if I might help to find treats for his niece's birthday party? What if we hadn't been on the same side of the room that day, and what if you hadn’t had your butterflies out for Baltus to show me? When you take a proper look at it all, it really would have been so easy to miss one another entirely, and never come to know how much we need one another.
[Break nods to himself. Yes. All this is suitably disgusting, and he means every word.]
Mm…you can groan at me if you like, for being all sappy and old at you. But, even though Trench is a godforsaken hellhole…I'm so grateful to have met you in that place that I really can't regret my life there. You know…?
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The second is that despite her witchy trappings, Ange is being dramatic all over the table in a fit of woe about how annoying other people are, just as she often does in his kitchen at home when someone is posting stupid sentiments all over the network again.
She's still in there.
He closes his eye once he's heard her out, collecting his thoughts. After such an impassioned set of declarations, he's going to have to speak delicately. The last thing they need is for Ange to believe he's turned on her, too.]
…that isn't what I mean at all. I don't doubt you for a minute, that she would have been the worst of the lot. But the sorts of miracles I mean are the ones nobody is directing at all. The truly beautiful sort, the ones that are left entirely up to chance.
[Carefully, he directs his floating cookies into a neat little tower on the plate. If this weren’t such a serious situation he'd make the cookie tower shoot blueberries, as he is not done heckling Ange about her magical sniper tower. Alas.]
I think about it all the time. I have for months. All of us had to cross a cosmic ocean from different dimensions to be together here like this in the first place. And then, what if Qrow hadn't happened upon me when he did? What if I hadn't said yes when he asked if I might help to find treats for his niece's birthday party? What if we hadn't been on the same side of the room that day, and what if you hadn’t had your butterflies out for Baltus to show me? When you take a proper look at it all, it really would have been so easy to miss one another entirely, and never come to know how much we need one another.
[Break nods to himself. Yes. All this is suitably disgusting, and he means every word.]
Mm…you can groan at me if you like, for being all sappy and old at you. But, even though Trench is a godforsaken hellhole…I'm so grateful to have met you in that place that I really can't regret my life there. You know…?