Little did Chord know that Rhythm being out of sorts wasn't just down to the nerves but a genuine nausea that was overcoming her. All too soon would that be revealed as finally her stomach gave up fighting and the contents were soon emptied. It wasn't a pleasant sight, sound or smell of course though Chord would only feel all the more sorry for her, she'd come here to try and smooth things over and the first thing she did was throw up practically at his feet. That was not exactly part of any happy ending that Chord had ever heard and with Bass's furious state the russet marked Destruction could only assume it wouldn't help her case at all.
Whilst Rhythm had nothing to say, Bass apparently had an entire speech to get off of his chest. The rambling words made little sense in many respects to Chord, some of the points he made did of course make sense, Chord had already been sympathetic to both sides of the story but right now truth be told Bass was starting to get on his nerves. He might as well have just told them to clear off, this conversation probably hadn't helped Rhythm to feel any better at all.
"So what if it was my idea?" He wouldn't try to stir the mood anymore, his own voice calmer than his brother's, but it was still infuriating this whole mess that the family was in. To make matters worse, from Bass's words, Chord honestly still couldn't understand why on earth they couldn't just make up. "Someone clearly had to get the two of you to see each other again or can you tell me you'd actually have been happy if your last meeting was the last you two would ever have?" Truth be told Rhythm probably wasn't a big fan of this one either, he'd try make it up to her later.
"Honestly I don't get it Bass. You've just admitted you acted a little hastily, got the wrong end of the stick. You two clearly needed a better talk that day than the one you ended up with. Did you know she wasn't planning on leaving right away? Her choice wasn't to abandon you at all, and the whole thing was this Valentine fellow's plan anyway, he was the one that invited her to stay after the big fight." If only to prove he wasn't taking sides he'd turn his attention to his sister now. The whole point of this was never to gang up on Bass, just give Rhythm some courage and moral support to try talk to Bass. He stood by his words; they seriously needed a good talk.
"Rhythm, I believe I've told you already, but seriously your timing sucks. I completely understand being spontaneous but you need to learn to pick your moments. Yeah you wanted to slowly move from one pack to the other but the fact that there and then you decided to leave is the only thing that matters, it was going to hurt no matter how soon you moved." He'd flick his gaze back to his brother now, apparently he had found the muse for a little speech of his own.
"To say you still care about her but she's still banished doesn't make sense though Bass. I may not be some big, fancy leader but I know that you don't banish family from your life and it doesn't make you weak to go back on words you made in a moment of misjudgement. We all make mistakes sometimes but there's got to be a reason the saying is to learn from them and not be stubborn, turn cold and cause misery." If this was how he reacted to his siblings leaving Abaven for relationships, what on earth was he going to when his kids were old enough for all that stuff? Poor things ought to pay some attention to this disaster to prepare themselves for that day.
"Also, the plan wasn't ever to gang up on you. In fact I'd have left the talking, or at least most of it to you and Rhythm if the first part of the plan 'keeping stomach contents inside' had actually ran smoothly." Of course it had never been a part of the plan, though once more he'd try to lighten the mood somewhat. |
