[ He gets the meaning behind her words easily enough. It slips between his ribs like a knife, piercing something he'd been holding on to since he arrived. A sort of hope, perhaps, that he's found a place where he can fit in a little better, a place strange enough to accept him. And now he knows they never will. Not after seeing that creature he'd become.
Not after seeing what he'd done. ]
Oh. [ Leaning forward, he covers his face with his hand, rubbing his eyes. Everything hurts, all the way down to his bones; he's never felt so old. So tired. Hecate, he thinks, must be laughing somewhere.
When he speaks again, it's with a voice edged with disbelief, though he doesn't look up at her, his shoulders bowed. ]
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Not after seeing what he'd done. ]
Oh. [ Leaning forward, he covers his face with his hand, rubbing his eyes. Everything hurts, all the way down to his bones; he's never felt so old. So tired. Hecate, he thinks, must be laughing somewhere.
When he speaks again, it's with a voice edged with disbelief, though he doesn't look up at her, his shoulders bowed. ]
You know what I did to him.