Rinoa Heartilly (
angelo_wings) wrote in
fandomhigh2015-02-06 12:09 pm
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Powers, Identity and the World: Embracing the Real You - Friday, Period One
Today’s class was going to be a bit lopsided. Unlike last week, both teachers were present -- Rinoa, sitting nervously on the desk, and Jono, arms folded in the chair behind it -- but this class was Rinoa’s idea, so she was going to be doing most of the talking.
It was only fair. He’d taken over when she had been suffering from some rare exotic avian flu* the week before, so this was his turn. Moreover, he -- well. It wasn’t that he disagreed with her, because he didn’t, exactly. But devoting not just a sentence or two as disclaimer, but an entire class to this issue? That was something she’d pushed for, so he had agreed to let her have this one session just to climb up onto her soapbox.
*completely average cold
“Welcome back,” Rinoa said, feeling suddenly small as she realized it was just-her in charge this time. Okay. Deep breaths. “Over the next few weeks, Jono and I want to talk about your inner circle, and how careful you should be with it -- what types of people to look out for. People are going to use you, deceive you, manipulate you, suck up to you, avoid you, all of that awful stuff, and you need to be aware that it’s going to happen so you know good ways to prevent it.”
All well and good.
“But that’s not what this class is about.” Her hands were reaching up, unconsciously, to touch the rings on a chain around her neck. “Because the thing is, I think -- I think that some of you already know that lesson too well. You know how to hide. You know how to avoid. You’ve learned that no one is safe, so you stay away from the world. Or you’ve turned it inside-out. You aren’t safe, so you lock yourself away to save everyone else.”
She was glancing around the room now, trying to meet the eyes of everyone who she suspected might need this talk. Just based on how they were fidgeting or slumping.
“And you’re wrong.”
Her voice was steady as she continued. “You couldn’t be more wrong. It’s not safer for them, and it’s certainly not safer for you. No man is an island. The problem is fear. You’re afraid. So it’s easier to hide. But that just makes it so much easier for all of your problems to spin out of control.”
She glanced back at Jono, who gave her a nod as if to say she was doing fine. That helped her nerves, so she cleared her throat.
“I’ve told you before that I’m a Sorceress,” she said. “I didn’t tell you what that means. Most Sorceresses go mad. They can’t handle the power they have. They isolate themselves, and they lose their sanities. They turn into crazed dictators, fighting wars. They need to be stopped, forcibly. People are so afraid of Sorceresses that they tried to lock me away, and I was so afraid of what I might do -- of the things I had already done -- that I almost let them.”
Well, she had let them, but luckily Squall had had other ideas.
“I got some advice,” she said. “From an older, wiser Sorceress. A lovely, kind woman who ran an orphanage with her husband and had been a Sorceress since she was just a child. She was the one who told me I had it all wrong. Sorceresses don’t need isolation. They need to be grounded. They need Knights. A Knight is someone who guards the Sorceress from the darker side of her powers. From herself, if need be. He protects her heart, and her humanity.”
She smiled as her fingers traced the familiar grooves on her mother’s ring. “I have a Knight,” she said. “I’m still scared. But I’m safer with a Knight than I would be, hiding away and trying to wish all of my powers away. That won’t help anything. Isolating yourself won’t help anything. It’ll only make it all the easier for you to become separated out from the rest of the world. You need to be tied to the world. You, your essential self, you need other people to keep you yourself.”
She was explaining in circles, but maybe they understood.
“Find someone to trust. Maybe back home no one understands, but you’re in Fandom. People here do. Don’t close that door out of fear. We’ll be talking in weeks to come about who not to trust, but I wanted to say this first: don’t be afraid to trust. Be wise, be cautious, but be open. Not just so you can stay safe, but also so you don’t -- waste your life locked so far inside of yourself that you don’t know how to come out again.”
She shrugged awkwardly. “That’s all I wanted to say.”
It was only fair. He’d taken over when she had been suffering from some rare exotic avian flu* the week before, so this was his turn. Moreover, he -- well. It wasn’t that he disagreed with her, because he didn’t, exactly. But devoting not just a sentence or two as disclaimer, but an entire class to this issue? That was something she’d pushed for, so he had agreed to let her have this one session just to climb up onto her soapbox.
*completely average cold
“Welcome back,” Rinoa said, feeling suddenly small as she realized it was just-her in charge this time. Okay. Deep breaths. “Over the next few weeks, Jono and I want to talk about your inner circle, and how careful you should be with it -- what types of people to look out for. People are going to use you, deceive you, manipulate you, suck up to you, avoid you, all of that awful stuff, and you need to be aware that it’s going to happen so you know good ways to prevent it.”
All well and good.
“But that’s not what this class is about.” Her hands were reaching up, unconsciously, to touch the rings on a chain around her neck. “Because the thing is, I think -- I think that some of you already know that lesson too well. You know how to hide. You know how to avoid. You’ve learned that no one is safe, so you stay away from the world. Or you’ve turned it inside-out. You aren’t safe, so you lock yourself away to save everyone else.”
She was glancing around the room now, trying to meet the eyes of everyone who she suspected might need this talk. Just based on how they were fidgeting or slumping.
“And you’re wrong.”
Her voice was steady as she continued. “You couldn’t be more wrong. It’s not safer for them, and it’s certainly not safer for you. No man is an island. The problem is fear. You’re afraid. So it’s easier to hide. But that just makes it so much easier for all of your problems to spin out of control.”
She glanced back at Jono, who gave her a nod as if to say she was doing fine. That helped her nerves, so she cleared her throat.
“I’ve told you before that I’m a Sorceress,” she said. “I didn’t tell you what that means. Most Sorceresses go mad. They can’t handle the power they have. They isolate themselves, and they lose their sanities. They turn into crazed dictators, fighting wars. They need to be stopped, forcibly. People are so afraid of Sorceresses that they tried to lock me away, and I was so afraid of what I might do -- of the things I had already done -- that I almost let them.”
Well, she had let them, but luckily Squall had had other ideas.
“I got some advice,” she said. “From an older, wiser Sorceress. A lovely, kind woman who ran an orphanage with her husband and had been a Sorceress since she was just a child. She was the one who told me I had it all wrong. Sorceresses don’t need isolation. They need to be grounded. They need Knights. A Knight is someone who guards the Sorceress from the darker side of her powers. From herself, if need be. He protects her heart, and her humanity.”
She smiled as her fingers traced the familiar grooves on her mother’s ring. “I have a Knight,” she said. “I’m still scared. But I’m safer with a Knight than I would be, hiding away and trying to wish all of my powers away. That won’t help anything. Isolating yourself won’t help anything. It’ll only make it all the easier for you to become separated out from the rest of the world. You need to be tied to the world. You, your essential self, you need other people to keep you yourself.”
She was explaining in circles, but maybe they understood.
“Find someone to trust. Maybe back home no one understands, but you’re in Fandom. People here do. Don’t close that door out of fear. We’ll be talking in weeks to come about who not to trust, but I wanted to say this first: don’t be afraid to trust. Be wise, be cautious, but be open. Not just so you can stay safe, but also so you don’t -- waste your life locked so far inside of yourself that you don’t know how to come out again.”
She shrugged awkwardly. “That’s all I wanted to say.”

Re: Class Discussion: Learning to Trust [2-6]
Lots and lots of opinions.
"If you have powers," because she certainly didn't, thank-you-very-much, "and I mean that as a general-you, not a specific-you, then, maybe this is something I'm missing, but why do you have to talk about it at all in the first place? Like, for some, I get it that it's pretty much impossible to not have them be noticed or acknowledged but... like, why does everyone seem so focused on being all 'oh hey, I've got this, I'm awesome because of this!'? Like, why even bother if you don't need to? I don't get that. What's wrong with just not bringing it up?"
Karina had powers, not that she was admitting it to anyone in class, ever, and she still really, honestly, and truly didn't get it. Her powers were a footnote in her life, a stepping stone for the things she really wanted, not her identity or particularly important to her except for how they could further her real goals.
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She worried her lower lip thoughtfully for a moment. "It's not -- I don't think it's bragging, or anything, though I can't speak for anyone else. I think it's...commiserating. Isn't that the point of this class? How our powers tie into our identity? And never being allowed to express a facet of your identity publicly, for fear of retribution, is a terrible feeling."
She'd lost a parent over not being able to keep quieter about her powers, after all. Celia knew this lesson well.
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And if she just let her mouth run, she would. Karina was well aware of that.
"I guess I just don't get why powers have to be tied into identity," she sayd, after a moment of picking out her words carefully. "I mean, we've done the whole 'you are you, not your powers' class but it kinda sounds like we're right back to people being their powers with the whole having to trust, having to talk, having to do things to acknowledge that people have powers. Like, to borrow from the class title, what if the real you really doesn't need embrace your powers to be the 'real you'?"
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A pause, and then, "I'm dreadful at knitting, but I couldn't think of anything else."
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"I guess, I just look at myself and figure that, if I was great at knitting, to run with what you were using, and I found a group of people who were also great at it and openly talked about it... I don't know that I'd want to join in. Like, if the options are keeping my knitting secret and being safe, or trusting people to keep my secret safe for me, well, keeping it to myself seems like the safer, smarter option, even if it's not as... fun?"
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She was shrugging again, easily. "There are a lot of advantages to hiding in plain sight. Plenty of people with powers do. Some full time, and some now and then. I can hide who I am, and in the right circumstances, I should, and I do."
"But here," she continued, "here, I don't have to. For some people, that's a freeing feeling. I don't know that it's 'I have powers, and I'm awesome!' I think for some of us it's more, 'I have powers, and I'm so glad I'm not alone.' Or 'I have powers, and I can admit here, and only here, that they frighten me.' Or even 'I have powers. If you do, too, then can we compare notes on how we deal with them?'"
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"Calling keeping it to yourself an 'acceptable choice'," she said slowly, "kinda sounds to me like you think the other choice, of sharing, is better. Isn't that kinda... I don't know, I think if I had powers, I'd find that a bit hard to deal with, I guess. Like, maybe that's the better way for you, and I can't make any judgements about that," okay, she could, but she was being good and trying not to let that show, "but, I guess, if I had powers, I'd think the other way is better than what you seem to think is better so... where does that leave this if we're both sorta thinking the other person is wrong but not actually saying that?"
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"We might be talking at cross-purposes," she continued. "I was trying to address the many people who choose to hide, not because they don't wish to discuss their powers, or find them to be private, personal matters, or consider them trivial to their identity, but out of fear. Some people don't let on that they have powers because they're scared of what other people will say, of what they might do, of admitting what it all means. I won't say that that's wrong, either, because that's another acceptable choice. But I think it's sad that people need to feel afraid, and I don't think it's safe to live with any part of yourself locked away due to fear, no matter what that part of yourself is."
She shrugged. "If a hypothetical-you thought so little of your hypothetical-powers that you could keep them a secret and not have that secret bring about isolation, or fear, then I'm happy for hypothetical-you, and believe you should continue making whatever choice is best for hypothetical-you."
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He tapped his pencil against his desk before he gave a more serious answer. "Besides, it's not as though I did anything wrong. Why should I try to hide something I didn't choose? I agree it's obnoxious if someone mentions their powers every thirty seconds, but I'm not going to lie by omission every day of my life."
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