[ Clocks stopped at the moment of their death. A life dedicated to being a hero, to stopping two bullets. A grown man frozen with the emotional maturity and development of a eight-year-old boy. Caught up in a world where 'good guys' and 'bad guys' were mutually exclusive things. ]
There was an accident and someone died.
[ every time he tried to bury the past, there bruce was. digging it back up and putting it back n display - terribly ironic, considering that he was the one who had literally dug up a corpse. ]
He never forgave me. But it wasn't because that person died, it was because I had finally enough and stood up to him.
He just used the death as a justification for the fact that he'd hated me all along.
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[ Clocks stopped at the moment of their death. A life dedicated to being a hero, to stopping two bullets. A grown man frozen with the emotional maturity and development of a eight-year-old boy. Caught up in a world where 'good guys' and 'bad guys' were mutually exclusive things. ]
There was an accident and someone died.
[ every time he tried to bury the past, there bruce was. digging it back up and putting it back n display - terribly ironic, considering that he was the one who had literally dug up a corpse. ]
He never forgave me. But it wasn't because that person died, it was because I had finally enough and stood up to him.
He just used the death as a justification for the fact that he'd hated me all along.
[ Not strictly true. But he feels it to be. ]