[In an odd turn of events, it's Qubit asking Carlisle for answers rather than the other way around. He looks from his companion to the skeleton at his side and back, feeling as though all eyes are upon him. It makes him nervous, agitated. Everyone looked to him as a Longinmouth, as someone who could help. Can he possibly be that anymore? Was he ever the right person to look to?
He can't doubt that -- not now, not when his aforementioned agitation is dangerous to a man that, despite the argument, Carlisle considers his friend. Even if he didn't, he wouldn't want to see Qubit in harm's way, but the fact he actually cares puts even more pressure on him to perform.]
I...
[One thing at a time, he tells himself through the throbbing in his head. Compartmentalize, take it step by step. Qubit is talking, so his insides are probably not withering, nor is he under a compulsion. One less thing to worry about. It's still hot -- not his fault. Legitimately not his fault. Carlisle makes eye contact with Qubit and starts talking again, though he's clearly speaking to himself, as well.]
Right. Okay.
[Skeletons: his fault, not hostile. An improvement over the last time he animated something on accident -- last two times. Several times, frankly. He brushes off the hand tugging at his coat, placing a palm against the once-child's skull, and with a murmured apology, he draws the energy from it. The bones clatter to the ground, more continuing to move behind them. He can deal with whatever else animates. He needs to be in control of his energies, or as much in control as possible.]
I'm okay. I need, um.
[He steps out of the decaying spot beneath him, rot appearing under his feet the moment they touch the ground again. He'll work on that.]
Right. Don't touch me. Do not touch me. I need a way to contain this. Have to calm down. We're fine now. We both misspoke, but we're fine.
[Another skeleton comes up behind him; he steps out of the current discolored patch and away from the child at the same time. His new location decays slower.]
I need you to be somewhere else, Mister Qubit. Safer. I don't think they'll attack you, but- but I need you to be safe. I need to be alone. [As usual.] Just- just for a moment. Don't go far, but it's comfortable, really. Familiar.
[It's only the latter of those things, but it's what Carlisle thinks he needs at the moment: the assured safety of those around him. That's what matters.]
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He can't doubt that -- not now, not when his aforementioned agitation is dangerous to a man that, despite the argument, Carlisle considers his friend. Even if he didn't, he wouldn't want to see Qubit in harm's way, but the fact he actually cares puts even more pressure on him to perform.]
I...
[One thing at a time, he tells himself through the throbbing in his head. Compartmentalize, take it step by step. Qubit is talking, so his insides are probably not withering, nor is he under a compulsion. One less thing to worry about. It's still hot -- not his fault. Legitimately not his fault. Carlisle makes eye contact with Qubit and starts talking again, though he's clearly speaking to himself, as well.]
Right. Okay.
[Skeletons: his fault, not hostile. An improvement over the last time he animated something on accident -- last two times. Several times, frankly. He brushes off the hand tugging at his coat, placing a palm against the once-child's skull, and with a murmured apology, he draws the energy from it. The bones clatter to the ground, more continuing to move behind them. He can deal with whatever else animates. He needs to be in control of his energies, or as much in control as possible.]
I'm okay. I need, um.
[He steps out of the decaying spot beneath him, rot appearing under his feet the moment they touch the ground again. He'll work on that.]
Right. Don't touch me. Do not touch me. I need a way to contain this. Have to calm down. We're fine now. We both misspoke, but we're fine.
[Another skeleton comes up behind him; he steps out of the current discolored patch and away from the child at the same time. His new location decays slower.]
I need you to be somewhere else, Mister Qubit. Safer. I don't think they'll attack you, but- but I need you to be safe. I need to be alone. [As usual.] Just- just for a moment. Don't go far, but it's comfortable, really. Familiar.
[It's only the latter of those things, but it's what Carlisle thinks he needs at the moment: the assured safety of those around him. That's what matters.]