[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Casey and Lain

For a time, Casey simply stares back at Lain, who seems adamant about keeping her eyes shut in his presence. Fairly common treatment for one in his position; in Casey's experience folks don't like to face the things they dislike. They ignore them, as if doing so will one day make them disappear for real. He can feel frustration bubbling up; intrusive thoughts jumping to mind one after another, begging to be blurted out carelessly. Casey now closes his own eyes, drawing in a deep breath to try and settle his temper.



"Lain," Casey begins. His tone is sharp, but his voice is level.  "I....I'm really not sure what to say to that." His eyes slowly open, though his expression remains twisted up. 



"I know nothing of your father, but I...." A deep sigh can be heard as Casey runs his fingers hastily through his disheveled hair. His desire to remain tactful is fiercely fighting with his pride. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but this is something of a difficult situation for me. I really don't mean to paint your memories of your father in such a grim light, but. I simply can't apologize for....well, for being here in front of you, really. My life is the only one I've ever known, and I'm afraid averting your eyes from it won't change that."