differences must be / reconciled, not only / reconcilable

[roc_on]

Beila goes home. Chali's not going to be home until late. She gives Ranyi an abbreviated version of the official story. She writes. She goes to bed.

In the morning she sends Dao a message:

Are you mad at me?

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[roc_on]

That would seem to be it for a while.

She meditated most of the morning; she's not sure she can actually practice bending without shaking, but when she tries that, she can.

Does she technically have a lesson scheduled for today? Yeah, she does. Should I show up? she writes to Jun.

[fiery_delights]

I'm probably in better condition to teach than I was yesterday. We can try it if you want.

[roc_on]

So she shows up.

[fiery_delights]

Jun does, actually, look a lot better than he did last time they attempted a lesson.

"Hey."

[roc_on]

"Hey. How're you doing?"

[fiery_delights]

"I'm all right," he shrugs. "Not to say that I don't have some stuff to deal with now, but I can deal with it in my own time, it's not such an... active situation anymore. How about you, are you okay?"

[roc_on]

"Not sure how Dao's going to shake out in the medium to long term, but - with respect to myself I'm basically fine."

[fiery_delights]

He nods. "Well, I finally tracked down that mirror. How do you feel about working on wings?"

[roc_on]

"I approve of working on wings."

[fiery_delights]

He smiles, and gestures to the enormous mirror that now covers one wall of the practice room.

[roc_on]

And Beila goes, and stands in front of it, and spreads her arms -

Wings?

[fiery_delights]

The mirror does a good job of showing her all the small asymmetries and imperfections. But yes, those are some recognizable flaming wings she's got there, if a little small and wobbly.

"Pretty good," says Jun. "Try it again."

[roc_on]

Mm-hm.

She gives it a few more tries.

[fiery_delights]

Jun offers tips on how to improve her results. Progress is slow but, with the mirror, very noticeable.

[roc_on]

It's kind of relaxing to work at chipping away small imperfections a little at a time on a single task.

And the wings are pretty.

[fiery_delights]

So pretty!

A few times during the lesson, Jun demonstrates the kind of wings it is possible to achieve - the broad graceful sweeps of flame he uses in his shows are one thing, and they're pretty enough, but when he puts in visible concentration and effort he can produce something with individual feathers.

"That one's not show-ready yet. Can't have people thinking these things take work."

[roc_on]

"Of course not."

[fiery_delights]

He laughs.

[roc_on]

"How far away do you guess I am from beauteous plumage?"

[fiery_delights]

"From plumage that beauteous? It'll be a while. If you keep practicing, though, something like this—" he makes a casual gesture and flares out a wing in the simpler silhouette style with a stylized feathery jaggedness along its lower edge, very sleek and birdlike "—shouldn't be too far beyond you."

[roc_on]

"Cool."

Wings. Wings. Wingswingswings.

And eventually time's up.

Beila goes for a long fly. On Liqing until Liqing wants to go do Liqing things, and then just on her glider, swooping over the city.

And then she goes to bed, and then she has - another day, because they do just keep coming, don't they.

[thinklikethis]

The next day passes with no word from Dao, until the late evening, when Beila receives a long message from him.

Hi. So. You asked about the complicated feelings.

I'm not mad at you because I... sort of get why you made the decision you did, and it makes sense from where you were coming from.

If I'd helped him get out of town earlier none of this would've happened, and if I hadn't thought I could convince you he was okay I wouldn't have asked him to let you into his house, and if I'd been able to convince you he was okay then you wouldn't have told Jun to kill him, so that's at least three ways his death is my fault, which is why I'm mad at myself.

I get that you don't believe me or Jun about him, but if I hadn't already been sure about him before, I would be now. He could've fought you off and ran. He let Jun kill him because he didn't want to hurt anyone. That is not a still-a-serial-killer thing to do.

I hate this. I hate that I got him killed because I thought you'd believe me and then couldn't get you to. It's like I thought that just because I was right, it had to be obvious I was right, but that isn't how it works. And I hate that I can't talk to anybody about it. I mean I'm writing this but...

I knew him. Not for long, but better than I've known almost anybody else in my life. He was... I don't know if I think there's such a thing as a bad person, but if there is, he wasn't one. He was just somebody who made bad choices because he felt like there wasn't anything else he could do. If I had a much shittier life and never made any friends I could've been him. If he hadn't died or had to flee the city, I think we could've been best friends. And now he's dead, pretty much because of me. And I have to go to school and pretend nothing's wrong because there's no way I could handle it if I had to explain why I'm so wrecked all the time. At least I don't have any other friends at school so there's nobody to ask me if I'm okay.

And I can tell you how I'm feeling but I can't really... hang out with you and be sad about him. Like, even though I'm not mad at you and don't really blame you, you're still not the right person to go to with my sad feelings about my dead friend. Maybe I'll go cry on Jun; he seemed like he got it.

I probably won't want to hang out with you much until I can go, like, at least an hour without wanting to cry about Sora, which I really can't right now.

[roc_on]

For whatever it's worth, I don't think it's your fault.

[thinklikethis]

How is it not?

[roc_on]

Us running into somebody who'd mistake Jun for Sora was a freak coincidence you couldn't have reasonably predicted, especially because I don't think you even knew they were related. I'm pretty sure I could have caught him if he'd run. And there's at least three ways to split responsibility for the fact that I wasn't convinced enough.

[thinklikethis]

Well, I guess I don't completely agree with you.

[roc_on]

You don't have to, of course.

[thinklikethis]

Yeah.

[roc_on]

I am sorry it lined up the way it did.

[thinklikethis]

I don't know which is worse, the part where he'd be alive if you'd trusted me more, or the part where he'd be alive if I'd trusted you less.

Two seconds later: I already regret saying that I'm sorry

[roc_on]

It's okay.

[thinklikethis]

Okay

[roc_on]

They can maybe have an actual conversation about how much they want to and feel like they can trust each other when Dao is not so immediately miserable.

I love you.

[thinklikethis]

I love you too.