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"You deserve happiness less than Foxbane? She seems to have found far more than mere contentment, for hurting others far more than you have. Convince yourself of what you will, but if she's allowed to carve our a space for herself where she can feel open and free, then no one has any right to say you deserve less than that very same thing." She couldn't force him to be happy. He would have to allow that for himself. "I think you should be happy, to spite those who hurt you so. No better way to get back at them than to prove the can't hold you back. But I'm dead, what do I know?" Timerous gave him an amused wink.
“Foxbane’s happiness has nothing to do with mine,” he replied evenly. “Whether she deserves it or not, she is happy.” Deal spoke with practiced, measured tones, like he’d rehearsed the words a dozen times before he dared step paw on DayClan land again. He was holding back.
His hesitation wavered. She was dead, and DayClan no longer believed; she might be the only one he can talk to now. “Honestly?” Deal looked at her with a flame of fury burning behind his eyes. “You’re right. I... I hate that she’s happy. I hate that everyone has forgiven her and wants to pretend she’s changed. She kidnapped me, dragged me to camp to apologize, and everyone expected me to be okay with that. Like it was no big deal. Like it didn’t dredge up all the memories of... of what happened to you.” He clenched his jaw to stay strong.
Post by Honeystorm on May 13, 2021 23:42:41 GMT -5
Timerous scooted closer to lay her paw gently on top of his. "Despite what anyone may tell you, you are neither required to forgive, nor forget. And neither are needed to be able to move on, either. Anyone who insists you must do either, or that you have to allow her a place in your life simply because they choose to include her, cares more for their own discomfort than what you need. You're not overreacting, in fact, I'm pretty sure you've under-reacted to everything from the start. Pushing aside your own feelings so as to not disrupt others who don't feel the same."
“If I don’t forgive her, I’m always going to be the outsider. I’m always going to be the bitter cat that won’t let go of the past. If I want to stay in DayClan, I have to accept her. She’s not going away any time soon, not now that she’s Glowstar’s mate.” Unconsciously, Deal winced at the name. He knew his time with the leader was over, he knew she was happy, but her choice had hurt him so bad. He always knew that Foxbane would do anything to hurt him, but he thought Green was different, he didn’t imagine it could hurt so much when his friend stabbed him in the back.
“It’s selfish of me to hold a grudge. The clan needs her. But I can’t let the past go, I can’t forget who she was, and I don’t know how to move on. You make it sound so easy but I barely know what I should feel.”
"Do you really want to spend your life in a clan that chooses her over you? There's no wrong answer, but you do have that choice to simply walk away." She watched the look on his face, the pain in his eyes brought to the forefront. "Selfishness isn't always bad, you know. It's healthy to put oneself first, at times. Forcing yourself to forgive, or pretending that you have when you haven't won't make you feel better. Choosing to, to not, or when to forgive is about YOUR healing, not for the benefit of others. As for feelings, there is no right or wrong way to feel. You feel how you feel, and you're right, it's far easier than it sounds. But allowing yourself to feel, to process all that pent up pain, is the first step to being able to move past it."
"I did walk away," he told her, despairing. "I've lived in caves with rogues. I've lived in other clans. I've lived on my own. I have nowhere else to go, Timerous!" He closed his eyes, his chin flat on the ground and ears falling back. He was trapped. Living on his own had been miserable; Krosis's cave wasn't so bad before the tom lost his mate; he never fit in with the other clans, and he was exhausted from trying. He was tired, he was homeless and he had no place else to go, no choice but to drag himself back to his old clan and hope with time he might be one of them again.
"Look.... I know you're trying to help. But I can't do this right now. Feelings aren't going to help me."
The small StarClan cat watched him for a long moment, before gently touching her nose to his ear, breath a whisper that tickled his fur. "I'm sorry." Timerous apologized, those two words something Deal rarely heard, and almost never within the timeframe or context in which they'd be appropriate or helpful. "I shouldn't have pushed."
He shrugged a little. “It’s okay, I know you were trying to help,” he murmured. His eyes half-opened and he watched her quietly. Funny that he could be here with her again, even for just a moment. Funny that he could access StarClan when he was alive when he had never thought he could reach it in death. That thought didn’t bother him so much anymore. Where did rogues find when they died? The clan had turns their backs on StarClan; maybe they would go nowhere and simply turn to dust.
“Why did you bring me here, Timerous?” His voice was soft.
