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“He’s not apologising.”
“But he’s leaving.”
“But he hasn’t apologised yet!”
“But he’s going to leave!”
“I’m fully aware of that.”
Seras quietly seethed for a moment, squeezing Charity’s arm forcefully while her frustration and reason reached an amicable agreement. She could excuse a simple misunderstanding over his behaviour, or even simple ignorance on Wells’ behalf, but she’d watched gears turning behind his eyes while she spoke. He’d stubbornly refused to apologise for provoking the two most volatile individuals he could lay his hands on - even without the willful crassness behind his words, the sheer disregard he displayed for the people around him was inexcusable. Nobody else has been interested in fighting, so why compromise everyone else’s life for your own amusement? The fact that she’d had to threaten him before he’d finally conceded only made things worse, after being denied a peaceful introduction to her fellow avatars when registering and once again tonight. She didn’t want to be dragged into conflict, much less be pushed into a combat-ready frame of mind
At the same time, he’d eventually backed down. Everyone else had reached an entirely peaceful arrangement with each other - she’d have to thank Vuduin and Kaze later, when the opportunity arose - and their hosts would ensure that he conducted himself properly from hereon out. Whether he chose to leave or stay, Wells was no longer her problem. She could relax for the rest of the evening, cast Wells from her mind and trust that Theobald and Justine would clean up any mess that he made. She didn’t have to spend her peaceful meal on high-alert.
With a combination of relief and reluctance, Seras allowed her frustration to fade. We will settle this later, Wells. But tonight is more important than you are.
As she released the pressure on Charity’s arm, she heard Charity mentally grumbling under her breath. “I assume that you’re feeling better now?”
“A little bit,” she admitted. “If I enjoyed dealing with arguments like these, I wouldn’t have left home.”
Charity offered a reassuring squeeze in return.
Feeling far more composed, Seras turned towards their hosts. “Thank you for stepping in, mayor,” she apologised. “Please forgive my hostility; Wells has endangered the public earlier through similar recklessness and I’m afraid that I responded disproportionately due to those events.” Although her choice of words was more diplomatic than she’d prefer, she sincerely regretted the fact that arguments had occurred in the first place - that was a strong enough reason to apologise. None of their hosts had wanted to be involved in an argument either.
Without glancing back at Wells, Seras offered a grateful smile towards Germaine. At least one of us remained composed. “I agree entirely - we missed the opportunity to really talk earlier, and I’d love to learn more about the other avatars over dinner as well.”
As they walked through the restaurant doors, Charity’s voice whispered inside her head.
“I’d still be careful around Germaine, you realise.”
“You’re being far too paranoid - he handled the situation better than I did.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Charity cautioned. “You wanted Wells to back down. You might have overstepped by making a threat, but you wanted things to end peacefully rather than end in a fight. I can’t even tell what Germaine wanted, and I’m not entirely certain whether he can either.”
With that sobering thought in the back of her mind, she glanced around the inside of the restaurant. The room was large and impressive, decorated with all of the trappings of an upper-class establishment. They really spared no expenses, didn’t they? As Germaine settled next to Vuduin and Seras and Charity pulled up adjacent seats besides Germaine, they were shortly joined by another figure - the haughty avatar of Xerneas from before. Although his demeanor was somewhat too superior for her liking, Tantalus had introduced himself politely and peacefully - she could respect someone who was courteous.
Reaching across the mostly-empty table, Seras offered her hand to accept the shake that Tantalus had previously offered. “Seras Bancroft, travelling artisan and avatar of Diancie. I’ve heard mention of an avatar from Sinnoh with healing powers - it’s a pleasure to see that you made the journey.”
“But he’s leaving.”
“But he hasn’t apologised yet!”
“But he’s going to leave!”
“I’m fully aware of that.”
Seras quietly seethed for a moment, squeezing Charity’s arm forcefully while her frustration and reason reached an amicable agreement. She could excuse a simple misunderstanding over his behaviour, or even simple ignorance on Wells’ behalf, but she’d watched gears turning behind his eyes while she spoke. He’d stubbornly refused to apologise for provoking the two most volatile individuals he could lay his hands on - even without the willful crassness behind his words, the sheer disregard he displayed for the people around him was inexcusable. Nobody else has been interested in fighting, so why compromise everyone else’s life for your own amusement? The fact that she’d had to threaten him before he’d finally conceded only made things worse, after being denied a peaceful introduction to her fellow avatars when registering and once again tonight. She didn’t want to be dragged into conflict, much less be pushed into a combat-ready frame of mind
At the same time, he’d eventually backed down. Everyone else had reached an entirely peaceful arrangement with each other - she’d have to thank Vuduin and Kaze later, when the opportunity arose - and their hosts would ensure that he conducted himself properly from hereon out. Whether he chose to leave or stay, Wells was no longer her problem. She could relax for the rest of the evening, cast Wells from her mind and trust that Theobald and Justine would clean up any mess that he made. She didn’t have to spend her peaceful meal on high-alert.
With a combination of relief and reluctance, Seras allowed her frustration to fade. We will settle this later, Wells. But tonight is more important than you are.
As she released the pressure on Charity’s arm, she heard Charity mentally grumbling under her breath. “I assume that you’re feeling better now?”
“A little bit,” she admitted. “If I enjoyed dealing with arguments like these, I wouldn’t have left home.”
Charity offered a reassuring squeeze in return.
Feeling far more composed, Seras turned towards their hosts. “Thank you for stepping in, mayor,” she apologised. “Please forgive my hostility; Wells has endangered the public earlier through similar recklessness and I’m afraid that I responded disproportionately due to those events.” Although her choice of words was more diplomatic than she’d prefer, she sincerely regretted the fact that arguments had occurred in the first place - that was a strong enough reason to apologise. None of their hosts had wanted to be involved in an argument either.
Without glancing back at Wells, Seras offered a grateful smile towards Germaine. At least one of us remained composed. “I agree entirely - we missed the opportunity to really talk earlier, and I’d love to learn more about the other avatars over dinner as well.”
As they walked through the restaurant doors, Charity’s voice whispered inside her head.
“I’d still be careful around Germaine, you realise.”
“You’re being far too paranoid - he handled the situation better than I did.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Charity cautioned. “You wanted Wells to back down. You might have overstepped by making a threat, but you wanted things to end peacefully rather than end in a fight. I can’t even tell what Germaine wanted, and I’m not entirely certain whether he can either.”
With that sobering thought in the back of her mind, she glanced around the inside of the restaurant. The room was large and impressive, decorated with all of the trappings of an upper-class establishment. They really spared no expenses, didn’t they? As Germaine settled next to Vuduin and Seras and Charity pulled up adjacent seats besides Germaine, they were shortly joined by another figure - the haughty avatar of Xerneas from before. Although his demeanor was somewhat too superior for her liking, Tantalus had introduced himself politely and peacefully - she could respect someone who was courteous.
Reaching across the mostly-empty table, Seras offered her hand to accept the shake that Tantalus had previously offered. “Seras Bancroft, travelling artisan and avatar of Diancie. I’ve heard mention of an avatar from Sinnoh with healing powers - it’s a pleasure to see that you made the journey.”