I didn't tell you this to have you pity me. I just don't need you going around thinking that what you saw - that I was the one who did that. I wasn't.
[ He's had enough of people thinking he's a monster. He's had enough of the wrong version of that story going around, of Dick's tragic death being painted as something cruel and opportunistic. Of Damian reveling in the loss of his siblings, of him feeling nothing and being wrong for trying to move on. ]
I don't pity you. [Not intentionally. Not on purpose. Any emotion Keith feels toward the situation is one of sympathy. Is that pity? It's hard to say, but he feels like that's a largely negative emotion. That's not something that he feels here, like it explains everything about Damian.
It doesn't. It never would.]
I just—[I realize how lucky I am. Aside from Damian's brothers, there's no one left in the world to talk to about the differences between him and Damian. Everyone he confided in is gone, with the exception of Jughead. And things are weird there: Keith feels responsible for Jughead, and thus doesn't confide in him.]
[ He doesn't need or want pity. Damian Wayne is a force of nature, capable of bringing the world to its knees if he so chose. Maybe not here, but back home. Back in his own world.
He stops short, shoving his hands in his own pockets. ]
You breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead. [ He doesn't sound particularly murderous - and the statement undermines everything he'd said beforehand, about not being a monster, about wanting to be better.
But there are some secrets he's not ready to come out. ]
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[ He notes the discomfort. Quiet. ]
I didn't tell you this to have you pity me. I just don't need you going around thinking that what you saw - that I was the one who did that. I wasn't.
[ He's had enough of people thinking he's a monster. He's had enough of the wrong version of that story going around, of Dick's tragic death being painted as something cruel and opportunistic. Of Damian reveling in the loss of his siblings, of him feeling nothing and being wrong for trying to move on. ]
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It doesn't. It never would.]
I just—[I realize how lucky I am. Aside from Damian's brothers, there's no one left in the world to talk to about the differences between him and Damian. Everyone he confided in is gone, with the exception of Jughead. And things are weird there: Keith feels responsible for Jughead, and thus doesn't confide in him.]
Thank you for telling me. That's all.
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[ He doesn't need or want pity. Damian Wayne is a force of nature, capable of bringing the world to its knees if he so chose. Maybe not here, but back home. Back in his own world.
He stops short, shoving his hands in his own pockets. ]
You breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead. [ He doesn't sound particularly murderous - and the statement undermines everything he'd said beforehand, about not being a monster, about wanting to be better.
But there are some secrets he's not ready to come out. ]
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Maybe he'll message him later to do it.]
I'm gonna go inside. I don't feel that good. [Finally admitting it.
Well, hopefully he doesn't get Damian sick.
(Or maybe Damian can blame his sickness on Keith. A true KEIIIIIITH!!!!! moment.)]
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He looks up to the sky. Feels the biting cold on his cheeks. ]
I'm going to stay out a while longer.
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[And then off he goes.
(It's definitely Keith's fault. The Keithsickness lingered, waiting for the right time to strike.)]