Forgive me

[Sebastian Bolstad]

Sebastian smiled softly at his friend, slender legs swinging gently over the edge of the bed. “Freaks together... I like that. Thank you.” It was deeply comforting to know that there were other freaks like him; ones who realised their curse for what it was and had every intention of living a good and productive life despite this awful handicap. It saddened him a little to know that Monroe carried a little of the same burden that he did, but at least he knew that his friend was destined to be a good person. It didn't take precognition to tell that Monroe was going to be wonderful.

“It is very difficult to accept, but I am glad you are trying to find some peace with it.” Sebastian doubted that he would ever be able to come to terms with the fact that he was an abomination, but he wanted Monroe to be happy. If he could find peace with his ability, then Sebastian would be happy for him. “I hope you will be very happy, especially once you are able to graduate and escape from this place.” In truth Sebastian had been doing all he could to avoid thinking of the day when the person who was the closest thing he had ever had to a best friend would be leaving.

“I am, yes. I know they are awful for me, but... I can't help it. They are like eating delicious little clouds.” Realising that what he had just said was rather silly, crimson coloured Sebastian's cheeks and he gave an anxious little chuckle as he offered the bag over to Monroe. “I apologise; that sounded ridiculous... They just make me think of one of the few happy times I have had since I came here.”

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"You're welcome," Monroe told his friend, and he truly meant it. "I really hope I can find peace even with having this power. I just feel like if I didn't have this power, I'd be a better person. People would like me more, I would like me more. I come off as so...apathetic and rude because of how sleep deprived I am." It hindered his social life, even if it wasn't a huge priority. "But at least someone's rooting for me." He smiled in Seb's direction. He was rooting for the blonde as well. Maybe he would never find peace, he knew Seb thought he wouldn't, but Monroe hoped that he could at least realize that this was thrust upon him and he was a good person despite it all.

When he mentioned graduation, a pang of sadness hit Monroe. He couldn't imagine not being at Hammel anymore, not laying awake sleep deprived in his room doing crossword puzzles and word searches Sebastian had made him, or having these conversations with him. "Not quite escape," he corrected him. "I mean, it's not set in stone, but I'm pretty sure I'll be coming here for training still. It's not like I'm exactly making a ton of progress you know."

Despite the recent topic, he laughed when Sebastian talked about the marshmallows. "You mean the retreat?" Monroe asked, taking a marshmallow from the bag. "That was a good time."