"I mean... I guess you did something hurtful to me, and while it hasn't been entirely fixed, it seems we've moved past it, right?"
"Yeah..." Indigo replied back, feeling slightly better. Still, he'd been able to apologize to Margo. Hero, in the other hand... "I guess we did end up okay. I just feel like in this specific case, I wouldn't be able to make it better."
Well, sure, Indy, why wouldn't you be able to make it better? It might take a lot of effort and a lot more actions than you might be willing to take, but... I think you can move past most things that hurt people. I think you have to, like, acknowledge that you hurt the other person. Let yourself be vulnerable instead of selfish, express to them that you made the mistake and ask... how you can make it better instead of assuming you can do what they want, maybe?"
That had been more than he had been anticipating. In fact, he was surprised that Margo was helping him so much. Her points were not only valid, but also an entirely new perspective. Knowing that he'd hurt Hero and taking responsibility was the first step, it seemed. And he felt quite acquainted with it. He cringed, thinking about how obvious it had seemed when he didn't want to play with Hero like his other pokemon.
He felt like the worst.
What Margo said was the best course of action to take but how was he supposed to do it if he never saw Hero again? The thought made his chest feel tight with worry. Would Hero be okay? Not just mentally, but would he be able to stay safe, take care of himself? The ugliest scenarios startes flooding Indy's mind all at once. He dropped his head into his hands.
"Are you alright? How rough of a night was it?"
Having no clue how to honestly respond Indigo opened and closed his mouth several times before sighing and laying his head atop his folded arms. There was no telling how Margo would take his actions. Though he knew it was selfish, he felt like he felt awful enough without any possible barrage of reprimands.
But he could still be honest.
"I just... I'm not sure if I can really open up about it," he said slowly. "I guess I'm not okay. But it's not really about me..." He knew his vague wording was useless. "I just wanted to talk." But how could he open up when he was so terrible at it? "It's just that the someone that I hurt might not be in contact with me anymore and I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it's just a mess right now."
"Yeah..." Indigo replied back, feeling slightly better. Still, he'd been able to apologize to Margo. Hero, in the other hand... "I guess we did end up okay. I just feel like in this specific case, I wouldn't be able to make it better."
Well, sure, Indy, why wouldn't you be able to make it better? It might take a lot of effort and a lot more actions than you might be willing to take, but... I think you can move past most things that hurt people. I think you have to, like, acknowledge that you hurt the other person. Let yourself be vulnerable instead of selfish, express to them that you made the mistake and ask... how you can make it better instead of assuming you can do what they want, maybe?"
That had been more than he had been anticipating. In fact, he was surprised that Margo was helping him so much. Her points were not only valid, but also an entirely new perspective. Knowing that he'd hurt Hero and taking responsibility was the first step, it seemed. And he felt quite acquainted with it. He cringed, thinking about how obvious it had seemed when he didn't want to play with Hero like his other pokemon.
He felt like the worst.
What Margo said was the best course of action to take but how was he supposed to do it if he never saw Hero again? The thought made his chest feel tight with worry. Would Hero be okay? Not just mentally, but would he be able to stay safe, take care of himself? The ugliest scenarios startes flooding Indy's mind all at once. He dropped his head into his hands.
"Are you alright? How rough of a night was it?"
Having no clue how to honestly respond Indigo opened and closed his mouth several times before sighing and laying his head atop his folded arms. There was no telling how Margo would take his actions. Though he knew it was selfish, he felt like he felt awful enough without any possible barrage of reprimands.
But he could still be honest.
"I just... I'm not sure if I can really open up about it," he said slowly. "I guess I'm not okay. But it's not really about me..." He knew his vague wording was useless. "I just wanted to talk." But how could he open up when he was so terrible at it? "It's just that the someone that I hurt might not be in contact with me anymore and I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it's just a mess right now."