Not That Spiteful


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Scene Title Not That Spiteful
Synopsis Elle and Warren have a much needed conversation, and something ends.
Date November 14, 2010

The Esplanade

Poor Elle has been laid out in the basement of Redbird for a week, healing from her injuries and generally brooding over all that has happened lately. Being run through, it turns out, is extremely painful. So is a dislocated knee and a broken arm. However, she's finally feeling up to getting out of bed, and outside.

And after a full week of brooding, Elle has decided to head right across the street to the Esplanade on her crutches, and press the button that Warren gave her a while back. Now she sits on a bench, idly poking at the hard brace that keeps her knee immobile. She still doesn't look too good, with her arm and leg bound like they are, but at least she's had the chance to heal.

But that also means that she's had the chance to brood on her conversation with Harmony.

Warren shows up looking very exhausted, even a tad irritable. He's wearing his black suit when he walks up in front of her, gloved hands stuffed into his pockets. "I hope you're feeling better." he says with his exhaustion showing itself audibly as well, peering down at her.

Elle blinks a few times as Warren approaches, frowning up at him. She stares for a moment, before shaking her head once, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little better. My knee— they said it won't heal right without surgery." She frowns at the brace. Then, she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "We need to talk."

"Yeah, I guess we do…" Warren sits next to her, hunching over to stare at the ground. He doesn't look very happy, as if someone killed his pet or something. "I don't deserve you, Elle. I haven't done anything to deserve you, or anything I have in life."

Elle watches him thoughtfully. She'll wait for what she has to say for just a moment. "What brought that on?" She frowns up at him, running her good hand through her hair. She was just about to say the same thing, but she's curious, now.

"Not only did I sleep with that woman, but the other day, on the 8th, people were hurt and killed by one of my inventions. I could have stopped it, but I thought I knew it would ruin my goals in the long run. I let people get hurt, for a plan." Warren shakes his head, slumping more, forehead in his hands. "I can't do this, I can't let you be with a person like me, I can't let anyone be with a person like me."

Elle sits quietly for a long moment, watching Warren quietly. Well, then, he nipped that one in the bud. "…That is pretty bad, Warren." She sighs quietly, turning her eyes down to the ground. Silence passes between the pair for a long moment. "…I also heard that you told Harmony that I would kill her if I found out what had happen between you and her. I didn't kill her. I like her."

"You… met her? And, yeah, I told her that, I thought that. You put me in the hospital just because I told you, so I thought you'd probably do just as bad, or worse to her. I was just being cautious, to make sure you didn't do something you regretted, or ended up getting hurt by her if she had to defend herself." Warren sits up, watching her with those hazily sad eyes. "You have to remember, Elle, I'm still getting to know you, too. I know you have your issues, you're not a bad person for that, but I don't know how far you'll go if you feel hurt. I was being cautious, I don't want to lose you, Elle."

Elle frowns quietly, not looking at Warren. "You just told me that you don't deserve me. That you can't let anyone be with you. Now you don't want to lose me?" She shakes her head, closing her eyes. "You could have just as easily said that it'd be best to not tell me about her and you, and leave it at that. I don't mind that Warren. What I mind is that you made me seem like a bad person, Warren. She told me what you said. You made me sound like a psychotic killer who would murder her in cold blood." She closes her eyes. "I put you in the hospital because you knew what you were doing, Warren. She didn't. I'm not that spiteful."

"I didn't mean to make you sound like a bad person, I even outright said you weren't a bad person, just that you have a few issues. And I don't deserve you, Elle." Warren repeats, adamant about that point, and not making any moves to touch her like he normally would. "I don't want to lose you either. There's nothing I can do about that, I just don't want to lose you."

"That doesn't— that doesn't change what you said, Warren. If you say those things to her, what do you say to other people? What are you going to say if you and I DID get serious, to someone? Would it be the exact same?" She frowns. "If you don't want to lose me, you're not doing a very good job at preventing it from happening, Warren."

She frowns. "I really think that…you and I aren't meant to be anything more than friends."

"I don't say anything to anyone, Elle. I was just worried, I wasn't thinking." Warren finally stands up, sliding his hands into his pocket. "I'll say it again, I don't want to lose you, but I don't deserve you either. I'm not giving you what you want, I'm barely being a good friend, let alone boyfriend. Go be happy, Elle. I'm not going to keep holding on to someone I want to be with if I can't even make them happy."

He's not looking at her by this point, back turned to her, head hanging. "I only want to do what's best for you, and I think what's best for you is if you move on."

Elle frowns quietly, watching Warren for a moment. Then, she reaches out, taking hold of her crutches. It takes a bit of grunting and a bit of effort for her to raise to her feet, but she manages to do so on her own, leaning heavily against the crutches. It's difficult to get up with only one functional leg. She watches Warren for a long moment.

"I think you're right. I think— that it is best for me to move on. I want for us to be friends, Warren…but I don't think I can be your girlfriend again." She watches him quietly, frowning.

"It's… I understand." Warren sounds a bit like he's just been stabbed through the chest, then begins a hasty retreat, never looking back, pace getting quicker. "I have to go." he says unevenly, voice cracking.

Elle frowns. She doesn't exactly feel bad about breaking up with him— but she does feel bad for his reaction. Her good arm reaches out, catching his sleeve before he can leave.

"…Don't leave like that, Warren. Please…I want us to be friends. I just— it's like the world is conspiring against us. Like everything is telling us that we shouldn't be together." Elle doesn't let go of his sleeve, frowning. "I'm tired of fighting it. We've really tried, Warren…but maybe we're just not meant to be." She turns her eyes toward the ground.

"I'm sorry…" Then, she lets his sleeve go.

"I don't believe that, Elle. I believe we can work. Me screwing up isn't the world conspiring, it just means I'm stupid. I won't screw up again, I just think we need a new start, we need to get to know each other, really date." Warren turns around, eyes red, but not a tear in sight. "How much time have we really spent together, other than when you were a redhead?"

"What do you want, Warren?" Elle leans heavily against her crutches, frowning. "I mean, first you want me to move on, you think it's best for me to move on. Then, when I agree with you, you're hurt, and when I explain, you beg for me to give you another chance." Elle sighs, closing her eyes and letting her head droop slightly. "I'm tired, Warren…"

"I want to be with you, but every time I feel that way, every time I say it, I feel selfish, as if I'm doing something bad, like I'm hurting you. I want to make it right, I want to make us right." Warren sounds unsure and confused himself, far from being in control like he tends to say or pretend to be. "Can't we just stop thinking about it, and just be us? All we keep doing is thinking and it just keeps getting screwed up. Over-thinking it is our problem, you're over-thinking, I'm over-thinking…""

"Warren…I like you. You're fun to be around. You're a nice guy." Elle frowns. "But things just keep happening. We keep running into these hurdles, and in case you didn't read what I wrote, you and I didn't exactly have a healthy relationship." She frowns. "How many second chances am I going to give you before it really works out?"

"I just…maybe we should take some time away from each other, okay? Maybe— maybe Richard is right, and I shouldn't be in a relationship right now. I've been run through, I have knee surgery and physical therapy up ahead of me unless I can pull a healer out of my ass…" She sighs, raising a hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose with a frown.

"Just…give me time. No strings this time. I won't get mad if you sleep with other women. I can't handle this right now, Warren. I can't handle giving you another second chance and seeing it fail again." Shaking her head, she moves to turn away, her crutches clicking on the ground as she does so.

"I'm sorry I've made this so hard for you. I just… even though we didn't have the most healthy relationship, you seem like the most amazing woman I've ever met. I keep thinking I can somehow have you again." Warren closes his eyes, taking a breath, and a moment to collect his thoughts. "Do what you need to do, Elle."

"Th— thank you. I appreciate that." She sighs softly. "I need time. And lots of it. I…don't wait for me, Warren. I still want to be your friend, but…right now, I don't think any relationship would be good for me." She frowns over her shoulder at him. "I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'll call you if I change my mind." This last part is issued quietly, before she's clicking away, leaning heavily on her crutches. She should be in a wheel chair, probably.

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