"Not you too," he grumbles at it. Xander doesn't know the peridexis really, save from the vague brushes he's had of it as he and Nita had contacted the train. But he might be able to make a few educated guesses, here. "You're not perfect either, are you? I know less about you than I know about humans, O aspect of Wizardry, but unless you're omniscient and prescient and--I don't know what else, you're not allowed to kick yourself about it much, either. You and Nita are in a partnership, from what I can tell, and that means sometimes you screw up, too."
The nephilim shakes his head. "Everyone makes choices. You, Nita. You," and here, he points at the peridexis, now that it's clear that it's the other one he's feeling. "Sometimes, they're not the right ones. That's the burden of having choice in the first place! Sometimes you choose wrong. It's not the fact that you made a bad decision that's the kicker, though. You made a mistake. Now what're you gonna do?"
He lifts one hand here, to forestall any answers. "I don't expect an answer, unless you want me to offer you guys suggestions. I'll do that because you're my friends." Yeah, the peridexis hasn't done anything to lose that, even if it's been a silent partner in his purview so far. "But it's mostly a rhetorical question. Am I sure I like what you did? No, but I understand it. I'm not sure I'd be able to be chill or compassionate if you guys left, and definitely not if Alice left. But I think I can safely say if Sven knew...I'm not sure he'd be thrilled with how you reacted."
Xander can't help but frown a little here, because he sure as hell didn't pull that punch. "Still. You're allowed to be upset. You're allowed to need time alone, to think and to breathe and just...be. Clear your head, you know? You lost a good friend, and that's never a good feeling, no matter how it happens. But...you, Nita, gotta try to fix what you did. I'm willing to help you, whether the train is sick of wizards or not." He kind of smirks, there, but shrugs. "As for you..." back to the peridexis. "I'm no wizard, I'm limited as a mage. Maybe not so much as an empath, but...what can I do for you?"
Not that he's sure he expects an answer. He also does kind of feel...embarrassed. Like he's stood on a soapbox of some sort, but he wants to help. It's not his job to fix things here, but helping people he likes and respects to help fix their mistake? That's another story.
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The nephilim shakes his head. "Everyone makes choices. You, Nita. You," and here, he points at the peridexis, now that it's clear that it's the other one he's feeling. "Sometimes, they're not the right ones. That's the burden of having choice in the first place! Sometimes you choose wrong. It's not the fact that you made a bad decision that's the kicker, though. You made a mistake. Now what're you gonna do?"
He lifts one hand here, to forestall any answers. "I don't expect an answer, unless you want me to offer you guys suggestions. I'll do that because you're my friends." Yeah, the peridexis hasn't done anything to lose that, even if it's been a silent partner in his purview so far. "But it's mostly a rhetorical question. Am I sure I like what you did? No, but I understand it. I'm not sure I'd be able to be chill or compassionate if you guys left, and definitely not if Alice left. But I think I can safely say if Sven knew...I'm not sure he'd be thrilled with how you reacted."
Xander can't help but frown a little here, because he sure as hell didn't pull that punch. "Still. You're allowed to be upset. You're allowed to need time alone, to think and to breathe and just...be. Clear your head, you know? You lost a good friend, and that's never a good feeling, no matter how it happens. But...you, Nita, gotta try to fix what you did. I'm willing to help you, whether the train is sick of wizards or not." He kind of smirks, there, but shrugs. "As for you..." back to the peridexis. "I'm no wizard, I'm limited as a mage. Maybe not so much as an empath, but...what can I do for you?"
Not that he's sure he expects an answer. He also does kind of feel...embarrassed. Like he's stood on a soapbox of some sort, but he wants to help. It's not his job to fix things here, but helping people he likes and respects to help fix their mistake? That's another story.