It hurts, honestly, for Garrot to see all these people he cares about just arguing. Haizea and Gyre are both good people, and they're arguing about something they, that none of them know anything about! But again, it's Matilda that's his breaking point- she's meek, but they wont hear her. No, they'll hear him, and he'll make them listen if he has to.
"That's enough!" And with the speed of a master martial artist, Garrot's placed himself right in the middle between Haizea and Gyre. He's got one arm out for each of them, and he's as ready to push them away as he is to grab each of them by the throat. As Garrot takes a deep breath, his hands stop shaking, and he aims another smile towards Matilda. You don't need to worry, kiddo.
"Haizea, we're going, and that's final. You're outvoted, and you don't have to like it. And you're not selfish or broken." He's glaring at her, but there's a hurt look to him that shows he's sympathetic. Garrot doesn't trust this shit either. "And you," his head turns to face Gyre, and if looks could kill, the elf would be double dead, "need to apologize for insulting someone because you disagree with them. You're the oldest one here, so act like it, gramps!" No, Gyre, he hasn't forgotten about that grandkid of yours, the family that doesn't even know you're on the island, but he's trying to be calm, to be nice, even as the elf brings up families like he knows anything about them. So Garrot's demeanor shifts with such ice and venom that it's clear he's putting all his meditation-repressed anger into this one moment.
"I've had to grieve over my family getting dragged into this shit for years. So have my children. You haven't, Gyre. So if I ever hear you trying to use our pain to prove some point you don't know a damn thing about, the Protector will be the least of your problems." Gyre's crossing a lot of lines right now, and if Garrot doesn't try to stop him, someone else could be in trouble. And part of stopping him means distracting them all from this, so they can put their boundless frantic energy into solving an actual problem.
"Besides, if you're gonna get mad at anyone, shouldn't it be her?" And his head nods towards the Wizard, who's got his attention again. "If she didn't want people to die, she'd put down her hammer and have all her monsters just run away like the first one! So why isn't the Protector the only one killing people?!"
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"That's enough!" And with the speed of a master martial artist, Garrot's placed himself right in the middle between Haizea and Gyre. He's got one arm out for each of them, and he's as ready to push them away as he is to grab each of them by the throat. As Garrot takes a deep breath, his hands stop shaking, and he aims another smile towards Matilda. You don't need to worry, kiddo.
"Haizea, we're going, and that's final. You're outvoted, and you don't have to like it. And you're not selfish or broken." He's glaring at her, but there's a hurt look to him that shows he's sympathetic. Garrot doesn't trust this shit either. "And you," his head turns to face Gyre, and if looks could kill, the elf would be double dead, "need to apologize for insulting someone because you disagree with them. You're the oldest one here, so act like it, gramps!" No, Gyre, he hasn't forgotten about that grandkid of yours, the family that doesn't even know you're on the island, but he's trying to be calm, to be nice, even as the elf brings up families like he knows anything about them. So Garrot's demeanor shifts with such ice and venom that it's clear he's putting all his meditation-repressed anger into this one moment.
"I've had to grieve over my family getting dragged into this shit for years. So have my children. You haven't, Gyre. So if I ever hear you trying to use our pain to prove some point you don't know a damn thing about, the Protector will be the least of your problems." Gyre's crossing a lot of lines right now, and if Garrot doesn't try to stop him, someone else could be in trouble. And part of stopping him means distracting them all from this, so they can put their boundless frantic energy into solving an actual problem.
"Besides, if you're gonna get mad at anyone, shouldn't it be her?" And his head nods towards the Wizard, who's got his attention again. "If she didn't want people to die, she'd put down her hammer and have all her monsters just run away like the first one! So why isn't the Protector the only one killing people?!"