She's tracked him as far as the bathrooms, and that in and of itself seems like invasion enough. But whatever has happened, it's clearly affected him - she doesn't know him well, but from the little she does know of him, tears are not something she expected to see on his face.
She hesitates at the entrance, but then follows him in.
Already, he's in one of the stalls. She heads into one of the ones next to his and closes the door behind her. She'll try to talk - but she doesn't want him to feel like he's got no choice but to face her if he decides he wants to come out and leave. Some things you don't want people to see, even if they're there.
After a moment, she clears her throat.]
...would it help at all if I asked you what happened, or...?
[Even when she goes into the other stall, he is silent--except for the occasionally sobbing. His breathing is heavy and focused, like he's trying his best to regulate it appropriately.
But his voice croaks when he finally thinks he can answer without wailing.]
[She has never known the Big Bat and probably never will.
...but his vehemence gives her pause. Well - she supposes one way to know would also be to see if the same symptoms appear in someone else who didn't spend the night at the isolation cabin, but...]
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She's tracked him as far as the bathrooms, and that in and of itself seems like invasion enough. But whatever has happened, it's clearly affected him - she doesn't know him well, but from the little she does know of him, tears are not something she expected to see on his face.
She hesitates at the entrance, but then follows him in.
Already, he's in one of the stalls. She heads into one of the ones next to his and closes the door behind her. She'll try to talk - but she doesn't want him to feel like he's got no choice but to face her if he decides he wants to come out and leave. Some things you don't want people to see, even if they're there.
After a moment, she clears her throat.]
...would it help at all if I asked you what happened, or...?
THE CAT PIC AA
But his voice croaks when he finally thinks he can answer without wailing.]
Don't... know. A power, or... from the cabin.
I SAW IT AND IMMEDIATELY KNEW I HAD TO USE IT
—a power? Someone might have done this to you...?
[Why would someone do anything to him on purpose? That's just awful. Flayn frowns.]
When you say cabin - do you mean the one at the end of the path? Was there anyone there with you?
[If so, she'll shake them down to see if they're suffering from the same effects.]
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[listen,,, he is..... a get-int-everything boy.]
No. It was... only me.
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...then I shall stay there alone next week.
[If she ends up like this, they know it wasn't that anyone was deliberately trying to hurt him. And if she doesn't...]
If it does turn out someone used a power against you, we shall make find out who it was and make them apologize.
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[It's sharp, even though the mess that he is. It's very Damian (and Bruce, if she had ever been able to know the man).]
Do not stay there.
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...but his vehemence gives her pause. Well - she supposes one way to know would also be to see if the same symptoms appear in someone else who didn't spend the night at the isolation cabin, but...]
What exactly happened to you...?
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Not knowing is the enigma. I was--unconscious. And then it began when I woke up.
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[It must be terrifying, to be caught in the thrall of this, and to not know what happened. Poor Damian.]
Is there any way that I can help you? ...does having someone to talk to help?
[She'll prattle on at him about unimportant things if it does.]