❛ i’m surrounded by people who are literally better than me . ❜
the good place sentence starters » ACCEPTING || @demonstudied
❝ Jesus, kid. That’s just the way it is, isn’t it? ❞ She offered a halfhearted shrug, ready to wipe her hands clean of this conversation before it can even start, but as she looked back over at his forlorn expression, she realized that it apparently already had. Nicolette was the last person that anyone should be coming to for comfort. In any other situation, she’d’ve already been halfway out the door after offering those cold, unsympathetic words, but escape wouldn’t be so easy this time, and she figured it’d be pretty fucked up even for her to be so shitty to the kid bandaging her wounds.
❝ Ah fuck, uh— that’s not what I meant. I just meant that... um, everyone has their strengths? ❞ Perfect, a flawless recovery. That seemed like just the cheesy bullshit that people much kinder and softer than her often spouted. She wasn’t sure if it was true. ❝ I mean, I couldn’t come out here sewing and bandaging people up or whatever— well, actually maybe I could, ❞ She paused, recalling the many times in the past ( when she’d been weaker ) that no help had been around, and she’d been forced to sew her own wounds back together to stop from bleeding out, even gagging herself to keep from gaining unwanted attention with sounds of agony.
❝ But I couldn’t be bothered, that’s the point. ❞ Was it though? ❝ You probably have to be a pretty GOOD person to do a job like this, so look at that! That’s something you’re better at than I am. The Demon Slayers wouldn’t be able to do what they do if it weren’t for you guys. ❞ And there it was, the first compassionate, genuinely helpful thing she’d said— better yet, one she actually MEANT.