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[darkart]

Motivation doesn't make what you did any different. The way you presented it to me doesn't change what it is.

[ Excuses are meaningless. No one's ever gone easier on him because he had reasons - even completely justifiable ones - fueling his mistakes. ]

[forgodssake]

Alright.

[ It's a little like giving in. There has always been a barrier behind Severus' eyes, and he can feel it, now, telepathy returned only to touch those boundaries with all the force of a hand checking the texture of a brick wall. Removal, now, in more ways than one.

Ironically, it's the Charles of ten years ago that would have argued, just now. That people are more than what they've done. That context and intentions matter. Hard lessons mean he can't really fight the point, now can he? People sometimes don't change. Maybe he won't either.

His gaze switches from one black eye to the other, before focus hollows out. ]

It works brilliant, the potion. Thanks for it.

[ He could loop the conversation back around to future treatment, agreement that he'd keep Severus updated on his intentions, but he doesn't think to. ]

[darkart]

[ Someone else can give Charles a hug and tell him it's all right. Emma, maybe, if she thinks it'll help. Severus doesn't work that way.

All the tools are right here for Charles to help himself. If Severus has to draw a map and hold his face against it, he'll never actually improve.

The wizard gives him a flat look. Because of course it's brilliant, he made it.

Severus turns, waves the door open, and leaves. ]

[forgodssake]

[ In fairness, he doesn't quite have the look of a man who wants (or, indeed, truly needs) a hug; the tracking of Snape's progress out of his room is vaguely hungry and hostile, if passively so. They fought. He lost his space job. According to Charles' understanding of the universe, even from down here, there should be a conversation with a resolution in sight.

There isn't one. Just five long hours til the next jump to kill, anyway, and as he did before, he spends his new found painlessness doing fuck all. ]