[Marco lightly ruffles her head, and tilts his own. He can't completely follow it.]
[He does remember asking Ikki if he felt like Selphie was trying to tame him. More because of the forest, and because Marco felt a little tamed himself by his father and Thatch, but he knows something more must have triggered an outburst like that.]
Hey... it's okay, kiddo. [Well, it wasn't, but it would be, close enough. There still some things he doesn't get, but he has to take time to think it through to even ask the right questions.] It's okay to cry. And it's okay to show him that, okay? If you're hurting, it hurts. He just hates himself when it happens and lashes out. And I don't think there's anything you can do to prevent that right now. So you'll just have to reach a point where you don't hurt so much you need to cry first, okay? But for now, you can cry with me, and I'll protect your tears. [Another head ruffle as he thinks and thinks and thinks.]
I don't want to harp on it, because I'm not sure the words are important, but I don't understand. What did you say about the animals that he thought you were comparing him to them? [Something about how at least they were at peace? Happy? Friendly? Knew what she did? Stayed with her?]
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[He does remember asking Ikki if he felt like Selphie was trying to tame him. More because of the forest, and because Marco felt a little tamed himself by his father and Thatch, but he knows something more must have triggered an outburst like that.]
Hey... it's okay, kiddo. [Well, it wasn't, but it would be, close enough. There still some things he doesn't get, but he has to take time to think it through to even ask the right questions.] It's okay to cry. And it's okay to show him that, okay? If you're hurting, it hurts. He just hates himself when it happens and lashes out. And I don't think there's anything you can do to prevent that right now. So you'll just have to reach a point where you don't hurt so much you need to cry first, okay? But for now, you can cry with me, and I'll protect your tears. [Another head ruffle as he thinks and thinks and thinks.]
I don't want to harp on it, because I'm not sure the words are important, but I don't understand. What did you say about the animals that he thought you were comparing him to them? [Something about how at least they were at peace? Happy? Friendly? Knew what she did? Stayed with her?]