[ finally, he lets go of the front of beau's shirt, and lifts his hand to reach up and wipe his face, his mouth with the back of his hand, coming away with tears and blood. some of that tension starts to break, finally, and the exhaustion seeps through him, too. he knows what it looked like. he knows how suspicious he must have looked.
i fucking can't, anymore, you stupid fucking asshole, his thoughts repeat, in beau's voice. stay alive. you have to come home to me. you have to come home to me. in someone else's.
it's just a lot of pressure. ] ...When I found out who killed Sieghart, I made a promise to myself that I would try and catch anyone who was compelled. The person who did it told me they wanted to be caught, and I know - if it was me, I would've wanted to be, caught, too.
[ because ultimately, he is so, so empathetic - ultimately, he wants to try and do good. ultimately, he wants to help other people, and when someone looks at you with desperation in their eyes from the choices that were stolen from them, it sticks. ]
...if I ever did do something like that, you would know. [ quietly, a little hoarse. i'm a shit liar, and you know me. ] And... I'd never, ever try to frame someone, either.
...I just wanted to help. [ to help maya, to help keep that self made promise - that he'd find the people who were compelled, help so they wouldn't have to cope with that misery alone, like the first person who told him had to. he'd watched the way it broke them. ] 'm sorry.
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i fucking can't, anymore, you stupid fucking asshole, his thoughts repeat, in beau's voice. stay alive. you have to come home to me. you have to come home to me. in someone else's.
it's just a lot of pressure. ] ...When I found out who killed Sieghart, I made a promise to myself that I would try and catch anyone who was compelled. The person who did it told me they wanted to be caught, and I know - if it was me, I would've wanted to be, caught, too.
[ because ultimately, he is so, so empathetic - ultimately, he wants to try and do good. ultimately, he wants to help other people, and when someone looks at you with desperation in their eyes from the choices that were stolen from them, it sticks. ]
...if I ever did do something like that, you would know. [ quietly, a little hoarse. i'm a shit liar, and you know me. ] And... I'd never, ever try to frame someone, either.
...I just wanted to help. [ to help maya, to help keep that self made promise - that he'd find the people who were compelled, help so they wouldn't have to cope with that misery alone, like the first person who told him had to. he'd watched the way it broke them. ] 'm sorry.