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Who| Cuthbert and Open
What| Extremely mature pouting and moping
Where| District 3 Suites, mostly
When| After his death and return to the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| none so far

Cuthbert Allgood is not taking his latest death well. It doesn't help that his fight with Sherlock is making the rounds in the highlight reel, and he's taking it harder than he has in the past. He hasn't talked to anyone so far, not even the avoxes who he will carry on half conversations with most of the time.

For someone who spends a lot of his time training normally he hasn't been further out of the District 3 Suites than to ride the elevator down to District 1 and back up. He hasn't even been able to get off the elevator to see someone he really wants to see.

Most people will find him wrapped up under a blanket from his room in the main District 3 eating area watching and (surprisingly) not commenting on their activities. All of this is abnormal behavior for him, not that he would notice or care at this point.

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"I tried to tell you that you didn't know me," she responds dryly. The irony weighs heavily on her. "I believe your response at the time was to say that you didn't care."

It hurt, being written off as a villain without even a chance to say otherwise. To have someone she thought well of turn on her without a second thought. It will be a while before she can have that same sense of fondness that she did to start with. Trust is not easily won back with her. Still, he seems more willing to understand that she doesn't keep all of her motives on the surface.

"I've never been anything less than what I am now. Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there."

Despite himself, Cuthbert snorts a laugh a that.

"Is the blind girl really telling me there's more to her than meets the eye?" Because no matter how depressed he is, that kind of irony deserves respect.

He does finally turn to her then, not sure what else he can say but feeling like there's something more he should tell her anyway.

"I judge a man by his actions. And while you're no man, your actions have not always been the sort I approve of. But your actions in that last battle give me pause, and I am forced to rethink many things about you."

"The blind girl is telling you that those with sight tend to ignore their other senses," she retorts. She's not sure yet if she appreciates the humor, but she's not about to resist returning it. "Including common sense."

"If one action was all it took to change your mind about my previous actions," she adds, finally moving to seat herself in a nearby chair--not adjuacent, but close enough, "And one action was all it took to change your mind back; then maybe you have some other things to rethink, too."

"That one action was enough to change my mind on thee, and it will take more than one action to change it back. But for the moment I am still trying to figure out what to think of thee."

He's wary now because she's making some assumptions about him that he isn't comfortable with. But he isn't going to back down yet either.

"If your actions are so inconsistent than you cannot be trusted, mayhap I am not the only one with rethinking to do."

"My actions are perfectly consistent from where I'm sitting." There's no defensiveness in her tone. She speaks like she's stating a fact, rather than an opinion. "I've only ever had one thing that I've wanted from this place, and I won't stop until I get it. I don't care who hates me or threatens me along the way."

"If you are hearing threats from me now then your ears are as broken as your eyes."

He sits back against the sofa so he doesn't have to look directly at her.

"Mayhap you should learn to look at your actions from someone else's view for a change."

"I wasn't implying that you were threatening me now, just that you have in the past. And I don't care if you--or anyone else--should do it again in the future. I don't care if the whole world hates me. It won't change what I'm after."

He's looking away from her, but that doesn't mean he's not listening. She continues, a sort of heaviness in her tone. She has no energy for arguing, but she wants to make her position clear. "So, maybe you should stop assuming that I care about how others view my actions. I really don't. I don't need anyone else to validate my decisions. If it means that I'm judged incorrectly by people who don't know any better, or that I have to do everything on my own, then that's fine. It sucks. But it's fine."