Jacques eyes did not warm as Michelle spoke. Though she might not believe she knew nothing, with every word she spoke, it showed how very little she really did know. Jacques' head shook slightly before he moved away, the flash of anger not being something he was comfortable in in himself with.
The distance was a necessity in that moment, even as Michelle stalked after him, talking to him as if she knew better than he did. As if she was the genius on this subject, and everything she was doing was perfect. Criticism, it seemed, was not something Michelle could take very well, and it was going to cost Mimosa, something Jacques would simply not allow.
The older witch continued on her tirade of how she was doing what was best for Mimosa, by allowing Mimosa to rule the roost, decide what she wanted, which was not how the child was ever going to learn. Michelle might be blind to that much, but Jacques was not. The young Frenchman stopped once more, turning back to the witch.
"You realise coddling her is exactly what you've been doing, don't you?" Jacques asked, looking thoroughly amused by this point. "Allowing her to choose means she gets to avoid the difficult things she doesn't wish to do. It will continue allowing her to do the things she doesn't wish to do. And, that will not aid her in overcoming this whole thing.
"Whilst you can pretend to be helping her in that little bubble of yours, Ms. Roux, I'm going to find the right way to do it. With, or without your help." Jacques finalised. There was, now, nothing more to say on this matter, and Jacques pushed open the door beside him, heading back out towards his bike.
If you wanted something doing in this world, Jacques reflected, it was best to do it yourself. But, surely, there had to be someone in Mimosa's life that genuinely cared to help her, and not just pretend this whole thing didn't exist!
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