<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/>And it was at this very moment, even without knowing who had done it, that the first seeds of hatred were planted in the metaphorical garden.  He could see the way she looked ready to burst out of her own skin, and the sudden confusion; bits and pieces of her rambling statements, he drew conclusions from, though he was not entirely sure how close to the truth he was.<br/><br/><strong>"Come with me."</strong>He moved over to one of the loveseats in his place, and stood behind it, and gestured for her to sit.<strong>"Sit down.  I can't imagine what kind of pain you're in, or what it feels like to crave something so badly you'd really do anything to get it... but I do know that you have the strength to beat it."</strong>Every word he spoke was as calm as they always were; and he had an amazing degree of confidence in his words.  Jack was, in his own ways, wise beyond his years, and it seemed to be showing through now. In fact, Elena might find herself calmed and believing in herself, simply because of the way in which he spoke.  His confidence, at least in this case, could easily inspire it in others.<br/><br/>When and if she sits, he would continue speaking.<strong>"It'll hurt, for a long, long time. You'll probably get violently ill, as your body works on detoxing itself. It'll be hard, but I'll do what I can to make it easier for you."</strong>Her words, her asking him to tell her what to do, was the sort of verbal contract he felt was needed before he could, in essence, take control over her.<strong>"And eventually, you'll beat it. And you'll be stronger for it. Are you ready to fight it, though?"</strong>Again, she may note, that he gave no indication that he was judging her, or doing anything but truly being motivated, by selflessness and compassion, to make her better. But, the question really was... could they really handle it? He'd never done this before, and despite his strongly confident exterior, their was some room for doubt in his heart.