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It wasn't exactly ranting that Darien was listening to, despite the nature of their conversation. Maybe what he expected to see was a bit more of stuttering, eluding and general attempts on diverting the topic to something less serious, less personal. But Rowena was rather frank and clear in her explanation. As much as the Hekan appreciated it, he found the content of the whole monologue quite distressing. Maybe more than he would have liked. Frown that up until now decorated his forehead even deepened like bed of wild river, twisting and turning through soft ground. Choosing death willingly was a concept that Darien didn't understand. But then, that could have been because he fought to live for such a long time. However, despite all the troubles he had with understanding why Rowena chose this instead of trying to find another way, was underlined with something more delicate and subtle, that Darien in his struggle to comprehend Rowena's new dimension of suicidal techniques, didn't notice those shades of something familiar yet estranged due to years of isolation. The only thing that signalled its presence was the new imaginary heavy boulder on his chest that crushed his ribs every time, Darien thought about Rowena suddenly dropping dead on the floor.
"There is nothing heroic or romantic about what you're doing Rowena. Killing yourself willingly? That's like giving up on life itself. Maybe you have your reasons for that, but for all I know, nothing is worth that much to kill yourself for it," he said, hints of light indignation in his voice, yet he shrugged as if the matter wasn't the most important in the world. It was probably clear to both of them that the conversation was over and neither of them could add any more to it. Despite dismissing the topic easily, Darien was sure that this matter won't slip his mind that easily and that he would spend some time endlessly pondering on it. Maybe he took Rowena so much as part of his 'team' now, that he started to treat her as a true member. Whenever it came to protecting or dealing with mortal dangers that was posed to any of his team members, Darien always tried to find a way out of it and in 99% of the situations he figured it out. "I'll give you a victory dance once there is nothing around so that I don't make a fool of myself. You know guessing how much space is around you is quite difficult with just one eye." The ways in which he could change the tones of his voice was as quick and astonishing as the long dead Schumacher winning every F1 race. His words were light, almost joking as if he was trying to make his new handicap a laughable matter. Reaching into the first aid kit, Darien grabbed one of the bandages and wrapped it around his head in the MGS Raiden style. In the process, he noticed that his bracelet was gone. "Shit, the thing is gone. It must have dropped somewhere in the ruins." He said as he showed Rowena the now jewellery-free forearm. He quickly finished off the bandaging which then looked a total mess, making his hair sticking out in many directions. It was obvious that it won't last long and would have to be redone quite soon otherwise it would just leisurely fall of Darien's head. He knew and that made him annoyed as much as finally experiencing the full distortion feeling now that his eye was closed and covered. "We should go and get it back," said the one-eyed Darien, looking out of the window and trying to remember where he lost the 'precious' thing.
"There is nothing heroic or romantic about what you're doing Rowena. Killing yourself willingly? That's like giving up on life itself. Maybe you have your reasons for that, but for all I know, nothing is worth that much to kill yourself for it," he said, hints of light indignation in his voice, yet he shrugged as if the matter wasn't the most important in the world. It was probably clear to both of them that the conversation was over and neither of them could add any more to it. Despite dismissing the topic easily, Darien was sure that this matter won't slip his mind that easily and that he would spend some time endlessly pondering on it. Maybe he took Rowena so much as part of his 'team' now, that he started to treat her as a true member. Whenever it came to protecting or dealing with mortal dangers that was posed to any of his team members, Darien always tried to find a way out of it and in 99% of the situations he figured it out. "I'll give you a victory dance once there is nothing around so that I don't make a fool of myself. You know guessing how much space is around you is quite difficult with just one eye." The ways in which he could change the tones of his voice was as quick and astonishing as the long dead Schumacher winning every F1 race. His words were light, almost joking as if he was trying to make his new handicap a laughable matter. Reaching into the first aid kit, Darien grabbed one of the bandages and wrapped it around his head in the MGS Raiden style. In the process, he noticed that his bracelet was gone. "Shit, the thing is gone. It must have dropped somewhere in the ruins." He said as he showed Rowena the now jewellery-free forearm. He quickly finished off the bandaging which then looked a total mess, making his hair sticking out in many directions. It was obvious that it won't last long and would have to be redone quite soon otherwise it would just leisurely fall of Darien's head. He knew and that made him annoyed as much as finally experiencing the full distortion feeling now that his eye was closed and covered. "We should go and get it back," said the one-eyed Darien, looking out of the window and trying to remember where he lost the 'precious' thing.