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Post by Tyler Jackson on Nov 17, 2008 4:07:26 GMT -5
"It is frustrating," Tyler agreed, and he didn't know why it had taken him so long to see this. "But Cassidy... this isn't your battle. I got myself into trouble, and I don't think I'll ever quite be able to repay you or thank you enough. You believed me, which was more than anyone else was willing to do, and you're fighting for me, which I can't even..."
He couldn't comprehend it. It was like she had finally found her cause in him.
He shook his head. "Just don't get hurt, okay? I couldn't forgive myself."
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Post by Cassidy LaRose on Dec 21, 2008 13:21:50 GMT -5
Cassidy was touched by his concern. He really was a noble person, and she had no doubt in her mind that if their situations were reversed, he would have fought the world for her. She couldn't imagine how anyone would think he was truly responsible for what had happened. If they would talk to him, for just a few moments, they would know just how honorable he really was, and they would understand that he had been a victim.
Of course, there was one thing she had never really discussed with him. Like her friend Emily, Tyler had originally been a death eater. She had read it in his file, and she couldn't quite imagine that it was true. But he wouldn't be in the mess he was in if it wasn't true. He had been targeted by the death eaters because he had once been one of them.
"I promise I'll be careful," she said softly. "Tyler... I was just wondering... I know... before you joined the auror department, you were a death eater. And I can't really quite imagine it. And I know... I know it was because of your parents, and you wanted to get revenge for their deaths. And I hope you don't mind me asking... but what was it like? What did you do while you were working for them?"
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Post by Tyler Jackson on Jan 8, 2009 4:21:46 GMT -5
Tyler's eyes dropped when she brought up his time as a Death Eater. He didn't want to explain why, or what turned him against it, or any of the things that had been the mistakes he made when he was younger.
But that's not what she asked him. He knew that she knew his reasonings, but he still thought that's where the conversation was going. "What?"
It took him a second to catch up and realize what she actually asked. "Oh. I don't know. It was... kind of like being in a family," he analogized. "A really powerful family... like the Mafia. They watch out for each other, but the first time you do something against them... you're as good as dead."
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Post by Cassidy LaRose on Jan 8, 2009 17:15:22 GMT -5
"Oh," Cassidy said softly. She looked away from him and let out a tiny sigh. "I hope it doesn't bother you... talking about it. It's just that... Well, I still have a hard time seeing you as someone who could do... that. I mean, be one of them."
Her eyes met his and she bit down on her lower lip. Her heart was beating very fast. There were so many things she wanted to say to him... But could she? She didn't want to compromise her position.
"You just seem so... kind and caring. I can't picture you wanting to hurt anyone."
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Post by Tyler Jackson on Jan 9, 2009 18:07:02 GMT -5
"I'm probably just... not such a good person, Cassidy," Tyler said, sighing as he tried to figure out how to explain this kind of psychology to her. "Anger and the need for revenge... they can make a person do very stupid things. Stupid, and bold. You have this perfect life, and someone comes along and ruins it and hurts someone you love, and you just get so angry at them that you don't really think things through, even if you sit on it a while, you don't really consider the implications like you should. I'm not proud of the things I did and I want to change them now, if anyone would give me the chance."
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Post by Cassidy LaRose on Jan 10, 2009 13:21:14 GMT -5
Cassidy shook her head vigorously. "No," she said. "No, I don't believe that. You are a good person. I can see it in your eyes."
Without thinking, she moved closer to him and put her hands on his face. "I think you were just in a lot of pain and you lashed out. You wanted other people to hurt like you were hurting, because you couldn't deal with how you really felt. I hope you know... you can turn to me... You can talk to me about it. I've lost people I love, too. My sister... she disappeared when she was 12. I don't even know if she's alive or dead."
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