Pandora is crumbling and all Murphy wants to do is catch the pieces and hope he can put her back together. He's pushing this for a reason even he can't understand why just yet.
"I can't," he whispers. "And I won't." Maybe it's because Murphy could see himself when he looks at her. Blaming herself for the situation she found herself tangled in. He blamed himself, too. Almost thought he may have been asking for what had been done to him.
There was a moment where Emori blamed him.
"Listen," his voice goes soft. "If you need help just tell me. I don't know what I can do but I want to help. It's not a waste of time. I don't want some asshole taking advantage of you." He takes the plate from her hands, sets it onto the counter because tea and cookies were the last things on his mind now.
"You're here so you must trust me. Even if it's just a little bit."
There's a fine tremble to her hands. Really, it's too much emotion to keep to herself and she's fighting to squash it. Strong emotions were dangerous. Even as she reminds herself of that, she can feel her eyes prickle. Her vision swims as she tries to blink and then hold her eyes wide. Crying would be counter productive.
What would Magda do?
She really wishes she could ask.
"I don't," she says, keeping her gaze on the counter because it was safer than looking up at him. "I don't. Everyone speaks so prettily around here in the moment, but as soon as they decide they want something, they're all the same."
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"I can't," he whispers. "And I won't." Maybe it's because Murphy could see himself when he looks at her. Blaming herself for the situation she found herself tangled in. He blamed himself, too. Almost thought he may have been asking for what had been done to him.
There was a moment where Emori blamed him.
"Listen," his voice goes soft. "If you need help just tell me. I don't know what I can do but I want to help. It's not a waste of time. I don't want some asshole taking advantage of you." He takes the plate from her hands, sets it onto the counter because tea and cookies were the last things on his mind now.
"You're here so you must trust me. Even if it's just a little bit."
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What would Magda do?
She really wishes she could ask.
"I don't," she says, keeping her gaze on the counter because it was safer than looking up at him. "I don't. Everyone speaks so prettily around here in the moment, but as soon as they decide they want something, they're all the same."