[ He'd really rather not have grudges held against him over this, truthfully. Though, he'd understand if people did, he'd just prefer that grudges came with like… actual intent on his half, at least. Those he can manage, those he's used to. He shakes his head, tilts it to the side. ]
Forgiveness is a bit of a foreign concept at home.
[ Not unheard of, but certainly short in supply — in Maccready's typical circles, anyway — being on the receiving end of it for something so significant feels a little… Odd. Uncomfortable? Not that how he feels is of any priority in this instance. Or maybe it's the implication it was an accident. He very much had been trying to kill Bigby, granted he hadn't entirely been in his right mind but… he was aware of it, his actions, twisted by images he never thought he'd see here. Accident feels far too generous. ]
I don't… I knew what I was doing, even if why I was doing it wasn't exactly— [ he sighs, searching for the right words. ] If it hadn't been for the fog, the insomnia… Seeing things? It never would have happened but… Well, none of that matters right now, I guess.
[ This isn't about him and his trauma. He's not about to unpack all that in the middle of a snowy street. ]
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[ He'd really rather not have grudges held against him over this, truthfully. Though, he'd understand if people did, he'd just prefer that grudges came with like… actual intent on his half, at least. Those he can manage, those he's used to. He shakes his head, tilts it to the side. ]
Forgiveness is a bit of a foreign concept at home.
[ Not unheard of, but certainly short in supply — in Maccready's typical circles, anyway — being on the receiving end of it for something so significant feels a little… Odd. Uncomfortable? Not that how he feels is of any priority in this instance. Or maybe it's the implication it was an accident. He very much had been trying to kill Bigby, granted he hadn't entirely been in his right mind but… he was aware of it, his actions, twisted by images he never thought he'd see here. Accident feels far too generous. ]
I don't… I knew what I was doing, even if why I was doing it wasn't exactly— [ he sighs, searching for the right words. ] If it hadn't been for the fog, the insomnia… Seeing things? It never would have happened but… Well, none of that matters right now, I guess.
[ This isn't about him and his trauma. He's not about to unpack all that in the middle of a snowy street. ]
Is he… Is he alright?