2021-12-16 - So... what... exactly...

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : what exactly did you do to Emil?

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : We've been over this. Probably best we don't discuss it further.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : No - but I think I should know.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : And what if I tell you? What then?

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : I don't know. If I knew I wouldn't need to know.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : Are you having second thoughts? Regret what you asked me to do?

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : I'm not sure! I don't... understand what you did. Emil didn't give a fuck if he hurt me but - I don't know. Someone said something and now I'm just not sure.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : Someone said something. that's pretty fucking vague.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : Yeah - well you said not to mention you, so I had to be vague at them while trying to not contact you to ask. So I'm going to be vague back at you.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : You could tell me what they said

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : They said that an Empath could force an emotion on someone - or make an illusion so horrible it could break someone's mind.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : Yeah. Those are things an empath can do. with enough effort. It isn't easy.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : You were bleeding after. I thought he got a punch on you - but that wasn't it was it?

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : He didn't hit me, no.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : So what did you do to him. Specifically. I can't regret what I don't understand.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : I don't think it'll help to tell you. It was very personal to him. Do you know what it's like to to be forced to endure something so horrific, that you spent every waking moment after it wishing you could die, rather than ever see it again? Rather than be reminded of it by the smell of something, the sound of someone's voice, the colour of a girlfriend's shirt? And what if you wanted to die, and you couldn't?

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : No

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : If it was so terrible - why did you do it? I'm not shit to you.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : Good. you shouldn't have to know what that's like. Hope you never do.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : And I told you, when I came by to do your wellness check. I told you I was going to make this right. Don't you fucking listen?

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : First, I was in pain and high as fuck when you came over. Second, you were implicated as corrupt soon after. I don't generally listen when high, and after my brush with corruption still literally seared into my skin I didn't particularly feel inclined to think much of it later.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : I don't understand this fucking town.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : I'd tell you to get the hell out of here and don't look back. But I'm sure it's got its hooks in you, and you wouldn't listen to me.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : Will Emil ever recover?

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : I don't know. Maybe not.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : I could maybe have gone without knowing this. But the person I talked to - they looked like I'd murdered their dog or something. But fuck - Emil didn't give a shit when the hit was ordered on me.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : I told you you didn't want to know. I also told you to be careful what you ask for.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : I don't know how I feel. How the fuck do people who can't do all the... sparkly shit even survive here? If destroying someone is what you can do on a weeknight?

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : (lots of typing, then backspacing)

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : It's not like that

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : That's what it seems like from over here.

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : You think I don't give a fuck? Is that what you think? You think this doesn't cost me anything?

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : Fuck if I know - but if you can do that to Emil then - well, maybe not you. But fuck, others - what could someone do to me?

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : Plenty. that's why everyone in this town finds a way to fight back. And learns how to ask for help when they need it.

(TXT to Ruiz) Isi : Fuck

(TXT to Isi) Ruiz : You let me know if you need anything else