Spren of Kindness

Oh. My. Gosh. Yes.

Well, I can't say it's not accurate. Also that kitten is absolutely adorable. That is exactly what I meant as well.

Someone should meme me when I'm angry. I have been informed this can be likened to a kitten or hedgehog.

Either that or the Rhythm of Determination.

The way I see it, Odium isn't actually taking pain, he's providing a way to shift blame, if that makes sense. To use Dalinar as an example, Odium tells him that everything that happened was Odium's doing, or the Thrill, but whatever it was, it wasn't Dalinar's fault, trying to create a sort of emotional distance from the events that, for lack of a better term, would create emotional calluses. Now if Dalinar had agreed to let Odium take his pain, it's essentially blame shifting, and as I see it, leads to mindless following, 'it's not my fault, I'm just following orders', that kind of thing.

I used to live in Texas, and to a certain extent, it's kinda true. Y'all's BBQ population is higher than many places I've seen. In Washington, there's the 'No, you go', though that's more a joke then a stereotype.

I requesteth a meme.

Then make a meme about both of us!

I just laughed out loud. This is amazing.

That makes me so happy! Yeah, I'm lazy too. I'll hook the things up occasionally, but it's time consuming. The other day a candy wrapper told me to 'throw kindness around like confetti', and uh... hrm. Gosh, my iron is low today. Or something is. I'm so tiiiired.

May I request thy meme services?

Everyone gets a Syl! You get a Syl! And you get a Syl!

"Yeah, Jaya's smart. If you've ever had a sensible friend, you know how it is.

"Thanks." Should he try to explain this? Probably. "My, uh, my friend has a strict 'no knives while brooding' policy." He laughs nervously. "Someone almost got stabbed once, so. Yeah." He probably just made this really awkward, didn't he?

Martin scoots over to the corner and shoves his left sleeve up. The bandages beneath are beginning to show signs of wear, he notes absently. That's going to be awkward when he actually needs to get them changed. Clearly this mess is on a different level then anything he's ever done. Though to be fair, that's the usual state of things. Between the YTP and the Serbia fiasco, there hasn't been a lot he can actually do. But a fight? That he's good at. Maybe the only thing. He digs his nails into his palms to keep from rubbing at his arms. He can figure this out. Look at it like General Emrean would have. Start small. "Start small," he says out loud, but quietly. "Build trust." Building trust is important. That's how this works. Okay. He moves back towards Enter. "I uh, I'll take my knife back now." Had Enter heard his muttering?

"Okay then, I'm just gonna go over there," Martin gestures to the corner, "And try to think for a minute. Can you hold this for me?" He holds out a knife.

Martin sits down. "If you want I can stay here. Or I can leave. Whatever."

Okay, useless. That's nothing new. Martin bites his lip hard as his right hand reaches for his opposite wrist. No. No, he's not doing this right now. He can't afford to. He really likes this shirt, after all. "Uh. You want to sit down? That might help some."

Martin needs a nap. So far, he has no idea what half the things he's become involved in are. But. Okay. He can do this. "Well then. Think about that I guess? I'll try and find some water so you can rinse out your mouth."

"Okay." Martin frowns. "Do you need anything?" He hasn't been sick in years, thanks to the YTP program, but he thinks he remembers that crackers are good. But this isn't a normal sickness apparently, so...

"Uh..." Martin leans over slightly to be more on eye level with Enter. "Eaten recently? Have allergies? Slept?" This is not his strong suit at all.

Thank you! I try, and it helps that all of you are so nice!

@Nathrangking, your RP posts in FOTT are always super fun to read! You're a really good writer!