PWD #45: Hard to Talk About
Hard to Talk About
Summary: There are some things that are simply, not easy to talk about. Iphigenia and Duke have a very short conversation.
Date: 22/Nov/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: 'None'
Duke Iphigenia 
The chapel is one of the few quiet places to be found on a battlestar. Even rarer still, it's one of the few places that doesn't look like it's part of a battlestar. Heavy blue curtains have been hung from the walls, obscuring the bulkheads. The lights are kept low, adding a certain mystery and gravitas to the space. The central altar is made of a pale grey wood, as are the several rows of pews which extend from it. Laid against the far right wall is a long, low table with several rows of simple white votive candles to be used as vigil lights. Centered among them is a brass plate for burnt offerings from supplicants. Several cushions rest on the floor before the table, where the faithful may kneel to offer their prayers to the Lords and Ladies of Kobol. On the left wall are several compartments which have been sectioned off for private use.
November 22, 2004 (PWD #44)

A chapel is both a very private and a very public place. It's not always the best location to have counseling sessions, especially when being approached as a psyhologist rather than a priestess. So Iphigenia has cleared out the small but more private administrative office attached to the chapel in the end that it's to Duke's preference. She's emerging from it with an eye on the time - he should be appearing shortly.

And just a few seconds after she eyes the time, a pilot steps inside the Chapel and immediately looks around to see who's there. Richard Duke is not one to talk about his problems, but, to be fair…the progress he has been showing since joining Orion has been, mainly due to other people getting him to talk and engage more. Right now, he is off-duty, so it's a good moment to visit Iphigenia for a chat and about time really because it's been a little over a month since the last time they spoke. "Lieutenant Arden" offers Duke as a greeting along with a nod of his head "I hope I didn't make you wait?"

"Not hardly." Iphigenia says with an easy smile. "I thought we might use the administrative office. It's a bit cramped, but it might seem a bit less…looming." She looks around at the heavy dark drapes, at the somber atmosphere. Yes. For some people this is right and comforting, but not everyone. "I'm glad you make the time to come see me. Shall we?" she gestures in the aforementioned direction.

Duke doesn't really smile, but he doesn't have any kind of expression that might dictate that he dislikes the very fact of being here. When she mentions the office, he just nods and says "I don't mind, sure. I, well…as you know, our talks are never very long, I don't think this will be any different. However, I do thank you for taking the time to adjust for privacy" Now, now he finally shows a faint smile. The man nods once again and signals with his hand "After you"

Iphigenia leads him in, and it's exactly as she described: cramped. Rather than sit behind the desk though, she takes the seat beside his, tilting it toward him. "Some people need more time at the sounding board than others," she says agreeably, "And some people only need it if they feel they're at an impasse, or have a need to self-check." As she takes a seat, she leans forward, her expression just the right mix of attentive without being invasive. "What's on your mind today, Bumper?"

The man takes a seat and leans back against it, shifting ever so lightly to make himself more comfortable. He listens to her words but doesn't say anything just yet, he just nods his head and takes a deep breath, covering his mouth to clear his throat. "I guess I'm not…" he tries to find the proper words "…thinking about things, as much as I did before at least" He lifts his hand, showing his ring finger that holds no ring "I'm not wearing it anymore, it's in my locker…I don't want to get rid of it tho. It is not that I'm, hoping for things to be better…it's just…" and to this, he shrugs.

"You don't wish to let go of the happier times that you still associate the ring with?" she inquires gently, and not so much to get an answer from him as to prompt him to think about the question. "Distance is the natural balm of time, and it's perfectly normal for there to exist a state in which you want to cleave to happy memories while letting go of what is past and painful."

Duke ponders about this for a moment but finally shakes his head "No, not really…I don't want to get rid of it because of how our marriage ended. It didn't end bad, or anything like that." He sighs heavily at this and just shakes his head "Look…" he looks at her a little more fully and says "I do appreciate what you are trying to do, I do…really. I just don't normally talk much about this, you know?" he swallows and adds "There was pain, yes…but things could have been worse and perhaps, realising this is what has been helping me go back to, my usual self I guess"

"That's true." she agrees. "But just because you and your ex-wife have maintained civil behavior with each other doesn't make the emotions involved any less potent. I don't think anything about this and how you're processing it is wrong, but I do think you need to be reminded sometimes that there's nothing wrong with your process. And when you feel that way - well, that seems to be when we have our conversations."

Duke shifts a little on his chair, apparently not feeling all that comfortable. Is it the chair or the conversation? "We didn't talk much after we signed the papers, mainly because I left the next day…but during the entire process towards the signing, things were.." he does the quote/unquote sign "good." He just shakes his head and says "I just need to put things behind me…" he nods and adds "Not forget, I could never forget…but…" He stops for a moment, looking at the area that leads back to the Chapel. "Never forget but, don't get stuck"

Often such conversations are not comfortable. "Do you feel stuck?" Iphigenia asks. Her method of counseling seems to involve asking a lot of questions, occasionally offering an observation, and then letting the person she's trying to help process what's been said for themselves.

Duke looks back at her and lightly arches both eyebrows "Huh?" this to that first question, it seems as he doesn't remember what he said "Oh! Yeah…no, I mean…" He takes a deep breath and clicks his tongue "I think that, I think I should be functioning better now. I am, but…" he looks at the Chapel area again and back at her "I don't feel stuck, I feel like I'm climbing…slowly, but climbing"

"Good." she says, smiling at that. "I think you're coming along very well in your healing process. Do try to remember though, that sadness and anger are still legitimate feelings, and while they are becoming more distant, they are still present - and experiencing those feelings doesn't halt or push back your progress. Don't get caught up in the idea that you must climb the mountain. Just climb it." Her smile is faint. "That may be a terrible metaphor, but do you understand?"

"My tolerance to alcohol has shown improvement" says Duke, snorting afterwards. He shakes his head now "I don't feel anger, not anymore. I felt anger for a few minutes the day after signing, but that's it" He's not a person that gets angry, not easily at least. "Just climb it" repeats the man, nodding afterwards to signal that he does understand. "Ok, I think you probably have other people to talk to, yes?" asks the Viper Pilot with a polite yet apparently anxious tone of voice.
Long distance to Iphigenia: Duke chuckles "Sorry if he acts odd, he really doesn't know how to deal with the idea of counseling" :P

Iphigenia is certainly not going to tell him what he feels or doesn't feel, but divorce is not unlike a death, and it too has its stages. "I think you should let me worry about my schedule." she tells him with easy serenity. "But speaking to me is entirely voluntary, Bumper. Speaking with me prompts you to confront some fairly unpleasant elements in your life and that's never easy, so if you feel you've had enough for now, such as it is, then we'll say goodbye, and you know can come speak to me whenever you feel the need."

Duke just nods and then says "Very well" and with that, he does stand up, it seems that he had enough sharing for the day. "I think that, speaking about these things…in general…can bring some things to the surface that we don't want to talk about. I know I don't, and it has nothing to do with you or…you know…any other person. But as you've seen, I keep coming back for more, perhaps not very often but I still do" He takes a deep breath now, tilting his head from side to side. "Perhaps, next time we talk, I'll be even better…but either way…I do want to thank you for your time, Lieutenant"

"You're quite welcome." She says. "My door is as ever, always open." Rising, she seems keen to walk him out, perhaps interposing herself between him and the austerity of the chapel."

The man was, indeed, heading towards the exit when she steps in there. He stops to avoid bumping into her and then nods his head, showing a faint smile to her "Of course…" And with that, he motions again with his arm to give her the lead "Perhaps next time, we can take another place with a little more space…I'm afraid I'm the one to blame for wanting to use the Chapel, I know it's a public place and all"

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