[ He doesn't argue it. There's no kneejerk reaction. Quiet for a minute. ]
I was at that age. [ ... ] I threw away everything that made me 'me' in order to earn my father's trust and approval.
[ He scrubs a hand down his face. The dreams are mostly a disjointed, painful mess of memories he'd been trying hard to ignore. He can't close his eyes without seeing Dick's body burned into his eyelids, feel the skin still warm under his touch. Like he could sill get up and shake it off. Like it was all some terrible joke. ]
The... the thing that kept all the... [ he falters. it should be an easy word to say - bodies. Corpses. Things bereft of life, no longer people, not even real - but he can't bring himself to say it. ] That wouldn't let anything change. That was him.
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Date: 2019-05-10 08:32 pm (UTC)I was at that age. [ ... ] I threw away everything that made me 'me' in order to earn my father's trust and approval.
[ He scrubs a hand down his face. The dreams are mostly a disjointed, painful mess of memories he'd been trying hard to ignore. He can't close his eyes without seeing Dick's body burned into his eyelids, feel the skin still warm under his touch. Like he could sill get up and shake it off. Like it was all some terrible joke. ]
The... the thing that kept all the... [ he falters. it should be an easy word to say - bodies. Corpses. Things bereft of life, no longer people, not even real - but he can't bring himself to say it. ] That wouldn't let anything change. That was him.