You should have. [ His voice is snarl by the time he replies, furious in a way that he rarely ever is, and only ever is with Satoru. This time heedless of the remorse that's being shown.
He hadn't wanted Satoru to know about the ugly thing festering inside of him, the steadily building hatred that left him feeling alone, and a little insane, steadily driving him to betray all the morals he once espoused. The magic of this place had made it impossible to hide, writing his secrets over his body, and he remembers the cold fear he'd felt when he'd first been forced to speak of it.
But it hadn't mattered. Satoru had known all along.
He feels dizzy with anger, and horrified at the future that awaits.
And hurt, too. He had thought maybe Satoru was affected by the isolation as much as he was. ]
So that's why you've been so concerned about me? Sticking so close to me? [ He takes a breath, knuckles digging into his closed eyes. ] You were afraid I'd snap and kill the people here?
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He hadn't wanted Satoru to know about the ugly thing festering inside of him, the steadily building hatred that left him feeling alone, and a little insane, steadily driving him to betray all the morals he once espoused. The magic of this place had made it impossible to hide, writing his secrets over his body, and he remembers the cold fear he'd felt when he'd first been forced to speak of it.
But it hadn't mattered. Satoru had known all along.
He feels dizzy with anger, and horrified at the future that awaits.
And hurt, too. He had thought maybe Satoru was affected by the isolation as much as he was. ]
So that's why you've been so concerned about me? Sticking so close to me? [ He takes a breath, knuckles digging into his closed eyes. ] You were afraid I'd snap and kill the people here?