Gonna make you say something....(For Wamts and Indigo.)

What they were doing, what they were saying. Eske didn't like the thought of conforming to the norm of other people, and was in fact proud of the way she had handled her life sh e had, though sue dis feel that it wasn't as best as it could be...

Lia didn't help with her words, only adding to the fire that was growing in her mind. But this question, she did have an answer to. Eske nods her head in a way that would try and hold hack that anger.

John wasn't worried in the least, the fact was that he had delivered an armour penetrating question to the mute writer. And it had made Eske think, humans were by and large quite social creatures. Hell wrestling was socialising, albeit a more hands on and injury inducing version of it. But the fact remained that ages ago John would be talking to Eske and Lia in grunts with a club at his side no doubt a long, long time ago.

The master of creation stuck his hands in his trenchcoat, tilting his head to one side. Giving a slight nod as Lia spoke to Eske, almost as if John was returning the nod to her. The artist considered his next words carefully, after all he didn't want to drive Eske away. Far from it.

"Lia's words contain truth Eske, when people trust you it is indeed far better. Now I'm not saying to party in nightclubs and dance with strangers, after all you get the worst mixed in with the best. There's no point in always trying to stay away from others till you want to use them, like attracts like as the saying goes. So just take in the good and learn and handle the bad. John spoke with a cheerful tone, a jovial one at that.

"My point is this, and it's also my request. You can trust me and Lia, we all need someone there. When people trust each other, life is better. La Dolce Vita." the artist put in a little lingo there to keep things upbeat of course.

But, what he was saying.....She was getting to a tipping point. Trust in John and Lia. They wanted to be written into her book as protagonist. Away from the antagonists that she was making them out to be in her own little world. Eske crosses her arms over her own body and groans a bit. She didnt want to succumb to John''s goals once again, to be technically submitted by him once again...But she had to just.....

"I do not wish to be incarcerated by the world again. It makes me near physically ill to speak my mind. I allude to you two. You both want to help, but how can this be so? By prophetic ways? No, as it was never written to be so..." she shivers her entire body, hating to have to speak to defend herself.

Eske actually spoke.

That was a sign of making progress, but the contents of her words... she was surprisingly eloquent about her words. At the same time, she also seemed to hate the world. Or society at large. Or people. Whatever it was, it didn't sound very good...

"What? I-incarcerated? W-what's w-wrong with speaking your m-mind? You can't hold all that in your head, c-can you? I mean, literally you can, but... it's not healthy not to let it out once in a while... trust me, I went crazy for a while... at least.... put them in a diary or something... I get that you don't want others in your life, but it's not like we're all bad people. Or at least, I try not to be..."

Eske spoke again, that was something John didn't expect. His eyes briefly going wide as the writer spoke her mind. About how it pained her to talk, to verbally express her thoughts and feelings. John surmised that perhaps things were rough starting out for Eske, how one gets treated in the world at the start affects their outlook on most things after all. And here the artist thought he could be a wordsmith, Eske kinda put him to shame there.

Giving a somewhat heavy sigh John took his hands out the coat, folding them over his arms. He waited till both Lia and Eske were done, and then the master of creation would speak his piece. John knew how crucial this could be, the moment in the story where something was essential in being done.

"Prophetic ways? Sorry Eske but I don't believe in that. We call things like losing matches as fate or bad luck, well I don't think this is me and Lia being....." John snapped his fingers twice and went on with "Angels sent down to be by your side, as much as I try to think of myself as an awesome divine creator. No we're simply just two people who you can turn to, to confide and not be judged on it." he said with a smile. John was staying upbeat about this whole thing, he knew that if you did that things usually worked out alright.

"I feel that I am in a constant state of wanting to break everyone around me like an insolent child does to a brand new toy." She then covers herself. "I only speak now because its too vexing and cantankerous on me and my hands to write it all out for you." She crosses her arms and sighs, in a slightly upset way.

She tries to refrain from speaking again, and bottling it all up once again. Eske's lip wavers slightly.

Was that all? Eske felt like she wanted to break those around her? That must have been why she took up wrestling at Tension, to vent that frustration it seems. John could understand that, but he wasn't like that at the same time. Sure the line of work that all three people were involved in required to inflict harm on one's opponents, that didn't mean that one needed to be an evil dick at the same time though.

"You know something Eske....Thanks for sharing this with us both, I imagine this is the only time you've devulged how you feel verbally to another person. Surely it must feel refreshing or cathartic, fear not we shan't tell a soul of what you have said to us." John said with an air of brisk confidence.

The artist would then go on with "In the end as much as we try to carry our own personal burdens by ourself, you need to have someone there at the end for you. Someone that you can have pat your back and shoulder, and be there for you when you need it most. Take it from one half of the current tension tag champs." grinning gleefully after his words.

He was...Thanking her? For pouring out her feelings to him and Lia? Why did she even do that? He was really starting to get to her... Eske looks down and away. She sees a bench and goes to sit down on it. Her arms were still crossed and she was just feeling like she'd dug a hole for herself.

She would assume that John would offer to be that 'pat' on the back. But even Eske wouldn't go so far as to take time away from John and from Lia, in turn. She had read what strain that would put in relations...