"So it's like a compulsion," Peridot observes, rubbing her chin thoughtfully (something that she can no longer easily do in real life, thanks fuck-off huge claws).
She pauses to wince and grind her teeth for a moment with frustration, that familiar caustic hatred for the fae boiling up in her gut. She can't stand that they can do this to people, that Steven is having to put up with this kind of treatment.
"I know it can be resisted," Peridot says with confidence, punching one hand down into her open palm. "Childermass couldn't resist it completely but, he hesitated long enough that Rin and Shima were able to do something to knock him out, and then Lambert and Sans and I got him away. Maybe if you know going in and you... I don't know... Convince yourself to deny the strength of that blood connection?"
Maybe she's on the right track, but THAT part she sounds less confident about. Even coming out of her own mouth it sounds like a load of sentimental tripe.
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She pauses to wince and grind her teeth for a moment with frustration, that familiar caustic hatred for the fae boiling up in her gut. She can't stand that they can do this to people, that Steven is having to put up with this kind of treatment.
"I know it can be resisted," Peridot says with confidence, punching one hand down into her open palm. "Childermass couldn't resist it completely but, he hesitated long enough that Rin and Shima were able to do something to knock him out, and then Lambert and Sans and I got him away. Maybe if you know going in and you... I don't know... Convince yourself to deny the strength of that blood connection?"
Maybe she's on the right track, but THAT part she sounds less confident about. Even coming out of her own mouth it sounds like a load of sentimental tripe.