[Being lumped in with Peter's behavior hurts, absurdly so for something he never meant to imply. He's more vulnerable than he cares to admit, himself. He starts out vehement, defending the vulnerable spot because he remembers all too well what happened to him in the alternate timeline where he was broken completely. His voice begins breaking almost immediately.]
Of course it is - it isn't about how we perceive you, it's about the inevitable truth of your mortality! The fact that you will one day die and for people like me, like Peter, like Beckett and Castiel and the two nations, you had, multiple times. The town was taunting us by using the brain maps of the deceased versions, that's how the illusion of time was maintained. That you weren't the exact same person but you thought you were. And it hurt all the worse. While everything was happening for the first time from your perspective, from ours, you were another version, another Flynn from another timeline, as if the town was trying to pull every version of you it could here to die.
[And now, with the momentum of words suspended for a second, he finds himself fighting tears.]
We cannot change this. We can change how we react to it. Peter's reaction was wrong. Any one of us could see that. But there's a reason the majority of immortals here chose to withdraw rather than continue to engage as Castiel and I did. Not everyone can manage that on their own. I didn't manage it on my own.
That doesn't make your lives meaningless, this hindrance to your efforts. I never said it did. In fact, I tried to convince him of the opposite. That mortals could still make a personal difference. That conversation was real. It's here, on my tablet. It happened, I tried...
I didn't succeed, I think...but don't- don't say my expression of my pain means I see you as somehow less. Please. I never did, and I have never tried.
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Of course it is - it isn't about how we perceive you, it's about the inevitable truth of your mortality! The fact that you will one day die and for people like me, like Peter, like Beckett and Castiel and the two nations, you had, multiple times. The town was taunting us by using the brain maps of the deceased versions, that's how the illusion of time was maintained. That you weren't the exact same person but you thought you were. And it hurt all the worse. While everything was happening for the first time from your perspective, from ours, you were another version, another Flynn from another timeline, as if the town was trying to pull every version of you it could here to die.
[And now, with the momentum of words suspended for a second, he finds himself fighting tears.]
We cannot change this. We can change how we react to it. Peter's reaction was wrong. Any one of us could see that. But there's a reason the majority of immortals here chose to withdraw rather than continue to engage as Castiel and I did. Not everyone can manage that on their own. I didn't manage it on my own.
That doesn't make your lives meaningless, this hindrance to your efforts. I never said it did. In fact, I tried to convince him of the opposite. That mortals could still make a personal difference. That conversation was real. It's here, on my tablet. It happened, I tried...
I didn't succeed, I think...but don't- don't say my expression of my pain means I see you as somehow less. Please. I never did, and I have never tried.