Llewellyn at least offered a small, sympathetic expression as he paused his rambling for a moment. It was sad to think that Ivy understood that, but it also wasn’t surprising considering what he knew of her life. Even now, with his thoughts too cluttered and fast, it was hard to forget it. A small, wry huff escaped him a moment later, though. “I’m afraid thinking less is far easier said than done, unless extra thought is needed before action.” Then it seemed like you never thought things through enough.
At least the Detective was reasonably sure she was right, “I guess that’s true… Which would make this world’s version of me the real one- can’t say I mind it…” Though it was rather hard to not consider that even here, since returning, he’d felt the need to hide the details of his life and what had happened… He would be happier if he could pretend it didn’t happen, but his mind was making that difficult. Hence, falling back into the habit of drinking like he had in his world.
He frowned slightly. He’d been too close to most of the situations he found himself in. That was almost always the way, though. “Perhaps… Still seems like it would have been smarter to be more observant because of how close I was.” He shook his head, even if he knew she was right. It was simply hard for him to accept it that way. Llewellyn winced slightly at the question. “Considering the pattern of people ignoring my insistence on being more open to other avenues of investigation in favour of unfounded opinions and biases cost a man his life because the victim’s family took the idea of a suspect to mean someone they could go after in revenge? I think so…”
He turned a hand to look at. The man had died in his arms after being shot by the victim’s father.. His expression somewhat far off, still having a hard time with that particular new memory. “It’s been a trend at work for years… But usually I could at least get someone to listen and side with me on the issue before anything went too far.” Still, constantly being at odds was wearing on him. Sometimes it reminded him far too much of being a child trying to get someone to listen to him about his sister going missing, only to be ignored.
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At least the Detective was reasonably sure she was right, “I guess that’s true… Which would make this world’s version of me the real one- can’t say I mind it…” Though it was rather hard to not consider that even here, since returning, he’d felt the need to hide the details of his life and what had happened… He would be happier if he could pretend it didn’t happen, but his mind was making that difficult. Hence, falling back into the habit of drinking like he had in his world.
He frowned slightly. He’d been too close to most of the situations he found himself in. That was almost always the way, though. “Perhaps… Still seems like it would have been smarter to be more observant because of how close I was.” He shook his head, even if he knew she was right. It was simply hard for him to accept it that way. Llewellyn winced slightly at the question. “Considering the pattern of people ignoring my insistence on being more open to other avenues of investigation in favour of unfounded opinions and biases cost a man his life because the victim’s family took the idea of a suspect to mean someone they could go after in revenge? I think so…”
He turned a hand to look at. The man had died in his arms after being shot by the victim’s father.. His expression somewhat far off, still having a hard time with that particular new memory. “It’s been a trend at work for years… But usually I could at least get someone to listen and side with me on the issue before anything went too far.” Still, constantly being at odds was wearing on him. Sometimes it reminded him far too much of being a child trying to get someone to listen to him about his sister going missing, only to be ignored.