Hell On Wheels In A Black Dress

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Mr. V: I’ve come to the conclusion that Mr. H is a taker.

Mr. E: What makes you say that, V?

Mr. V: Have you seen how when he learns of something new, some new fuel for his rage, one of us has to hold him back, and that person is frequently L?

Mr. E: Well, yes. L tends to tell him to relax a little, think nothing of it, change the topic. I’ve even seen him beg him to hold all that anger in, like a tiny finger feverishly working to stem a crack in a dam.

Mr. V: See, that’s just how H works. He lets the issue fester inside him slowly, like a soup, I believe. One long, delicious, simmering soup of anger. And he’s very adept at making himself angrier, just by replaying the same thought patterns in his head. L tries to arrest that by short-circuiting those patterns, by disrupting them before H gets enough momentum to fly into a blind rage.

Mr. E: Is it justified, though? I’ve seen him go off the handle at the smallest things before, he doesn’t exactly have ‘levels’ of rage.

Mr. V: H always comes through when he feels there’s been an injustice done. If he did something wrong, and is aware of it, then he feels remorse. But I suppose when anyone has put an investment into something, when they vouch for something, or someone, I guess it hurts to be proven wrong. Because, after all, what does that say about your decision-making capabilities?

Mr. E: But people always make mistakes, V, and they can’t always instantly tell if someone or something is what it seems to be.

Mr. V: That is a fair point, but let’s consider a typical case in the Legion: L falls in love with a girl, possibly gives her his heart. She drops it, breaking it into a few pieces in the process. Now, up to now this is pretty normal, yes? He feels sad, perhaps angry, and H is summoned from out of nowhere. So far, the investment is somewhat level with the pain felt from injustice. Suddenly, as L tries to patch the pieces together, the girl steps onto the pieces with her stiletto heels, piercing L’s hands in the process and breaking the pieces into even smaller ones. The injustices just keep on adding up, and the girl has no idea she’s even doing this. Before long L is asking himself what he did to deserve such savage, exquisite pain.

Mr. E: H loves it when that happens. He just goes into this brooding mode that like a thunder cloud was literally hanging above his head, and the moment he’s provoked he lashes out with such fury, it’s staggering.

Mr. V: That, he does. It’s almost as though every time L is hurt for something he thought he did right, H becomes more invigorated, more alive. More real. Maybe L is just being an emo drama king though.

Mr. E: Perhaps. But some of these things, V, there are no excuses in the world that would be good enough for them. Have you seen L recently? Looks like shit, stays in the corner all the time. Talks mostly in poems and song. He’s pretty messed up right now.

Mr. V: Quite. Go help him out.

Mr. E: He refuses anyone’s help. He tells me he just wants to be left alone for now, so he can heal.

Mr. V: That’s why I said H is a taker. He is taking all those feelings and pent-up emotion and expressing them in his unique manner, since L refuses to acknowledge them.

Mr. E: That can’t be healthy in the long run.

Mr. V: Good thing about H is that he tires quickly. Once the pot has boiled over and he let’s everything out, he’s fine.

Mr. E: Let’s hope it happens quickly before we all get toasted by him and join L in the corner.


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