Douse This Fire

He let her rest her forehead against his happily, still struggling to figure out what he could do or say to help her. He knew that something like that couldn't just be fixed or healed in a day, but he wished that was the case. He wanted to tear apart whoever had hurt her, he wanted to fight her family for how they had treated her, but he couldn't do either of those things. Now he was just left with the broken pieces they left behind and he tried so hard to help Syanna glue them back together even though he felt entirely out of his element doing so.

He listened to her words that seemed to be determined to make him see how she was to blame, but he refused to do it. There was sure to be some kind of context that he didn't know, but something like rape was never excusable in his eyes or ever the victim's fault. With his forehead still leaned into hers he replied, "It doesn't matter how it happened. The second you didn't want it they should have stopped. That's it." He didn't know what could have possibly happened to make that not the case in her mind, but that was a stance he was unwilling to budge on. But, even still, he knew he should probably at least hear her side of things so maybe he could understand what happened and help her unravel it. "You don't need to tell me what happened if you don't want to," he said first, giving her the out if she wanted it. "But... If you want to get it out just to try and prove your point you can. I'm not leaving you either way."

Ezra Adravendi