“Chat it up as much as ya need buddy, I’m here ta talk after all as I said. I’ll try my best to address all yer points” He claps his hands together, his mask reflecting how he clearly enjoys the interaction, and hell if that didn’t give it away, the delighted purr in his voice definitely did.
He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, clearing his throat
“Startin off…Reddo... ‘Fraid to say but ya can’t… and shouldn’t try to help everyone. Honestly. I’d be more careful 'round him. He’s not a bad guy really-….”
He stops himself in the middle of his sentence, visibly grimacing at his verbal misstep, he lets out a sigh before trying again
“Okay he’s not a nice person but he’s not….-”
He pauses once again. He knows he cannot find a single good thing to say about Red, despite how he tries.
“Ugh….. He makes this so fuckin’ difficult. Listen. He’s fine. But I’d be careful cause he can chew you up and spit you out just to use you as another stepping stone between hell and the new reality.”
“He’s a… desperate guy and will try anything until it works.” He hunches his shoulders, looking off to the side, staring at the wall.
He soon turns back, and you can feel him look you in the eyes again, your spine feels like ice, you can vaguely almost… feel the color green behind your eyes, seeing the color in the corners of your vision as you stare back.
“He does not give a single shit 'bout any of y'all, despite any of your love and care for him.” He sighs out, you can hear it in his voice, he sounds genuine, he believes what he says.
The main thing you can notice just slightly is the hint of worry in his tone that he tried to hide.
He shakes his head, moving onto the next topic, like he didn’t just tell you that your life could be in danger. You want to speak more about it- ask him what he means but… He just moves on like he always does, making it feel like you a bit too late to the punch. You hold your tongue.
“Anyways.. About the rest.. I wish I could tell ya how to help em. If I knew the way to make everyone happy- to fix everyones problems, without causing worse harm- I’d already would’ve done so by now. Gods I’ve tried.” He shrugs, he doesn’t really have the answer for that and he knows it, but what he does know is the hard painful truth about this world.
“I hate to say it, and you’re really not gonna like hearin’ it but-” He pauses for a beat
“You cannot make everyone happy. You cannot fix anyone.” His tone is firm, he isn’t scolding you- but it feels about the same as how it feels to be taught stranger danger by your mother. A fact of life, something you wouldn’t usually go into the world thinking. After all, a child has to learn that the world isn’t all growlithes and rainbows someday don’t they? And well, usually, you’d prefer to tell them yourself, instead of them having to get hurt to learn.
“Ya think Leaf’s gonna be fine with y'all planning with Reddo? Ya think Gurin’s gonna be fine with you talkin to Red?” He lets that sentence hang for a good long while. It wasn’t something you thought about- You are getting involved with a lot of interpersonal drama, trying to be there for everyone- That… That’s something that can get you into hot water… But you just want… To help, they can’t blame you for that can they?
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this place will never be able to be the happy little kids game like it was supposed to be. I mean after all, who are you to come in and try to ’'cheer em up?” They don’t know you. You clearly don’t know them an’ frankly! I’m not givin a playbook on how to act for 'em. Honestly… Whats the difference between you an arce at that point?“ Your breath stops in your throat, what? No. You’re nothing like Arceus- You just want to make them happy and make sure they’re okay- That’s entirely different than whatever the hell that creation god is doing- You’re not all powerful- You’re not able to just smite someone just for being- You’re honestly quite offended you’d be compared-
”It isn’t just them that’s the issue y'know?“ He interrupts your thoughts, moving on to the next part of the question. Well- Yes you knew that, of course, but they’re most of the issue aren’t they? That’s well- what you’ve been able to assume-
”It’s people like you that’re the issue in the first place.“
”Nah. It ain’t fair, it really ain’t, but what can ya do? We’re just made to entertain after all. Fuck us if we aren’t what the people want us to be. And so juuuust for all of you, it breaks us further. And further. And further. Changing us contorting us to its vision. Making us palatable.“ He spat, talking about the god long enough is getting him real heated, but that isn’t… what you focus on, no no. You focus on how he says it.
He sounds like he’s talking from experience.
It makes your heart burn
”Making us aallll fit into the place that you all want us to be in“ He almost snarls, you genuinely can’t tell if the aggression is directed towards you or not anymore, you lean back in your chair, a little bit further away from the intensity that Green radiates.
He lets out a heaving sigh, putting his head in his hands for a moment, composing himself- You’re gonna guess he wasn’t intending to lash out at you. You hope.
He pulls his face out of his hands, placing them on the desk yet again.
"Listen. I’m not sayin it’s the fault of all of ya people but. Really. Do you really care about a video game character? Or do just care about what you think we are? what you want us to be? what it made us be?” He sighs, the question is… well clearly genuine, It’s something he wants to know.
Do you care? You… Like to think you do…. but… He’s really making you doubt what you knew and… well what you thought you were trying to do.
Green refills the silence with his voice again, calm, a curious tone to it.
“Yknow… I got a question for ya. Where d'ya think arcey learned how to be perfect anyways? Because well- No offense but. I don’t think that mindstate jus’ comes naturally.”