[He sits very, very still for a long moment, sifting through the bits of information and deciding how he feels on the matter. She killed him. She drugged him and shot him twice, after he'd been hallucinating, after he'd very nearly killed himself out in the snow. She'd given in to it.
Maybe, a small voice told him, maybe because she didn't have someone helping her. Maybe because she hadn't had someone like Charles, desperate to make her survive.
It doesn't help, thinking that; it doesn't make him less angry. He knows he should have taken her offer to unpair them, but neither of them had known if his mutation would be gutted again, if he'd be half himself again, and that had been too big a risk for him to take. So she'd turned to drugs, and he hadn't spoken to her, and - what? Did that make this his fault?
No. No, that he refused to see. But there would always be the whisper in his ear, still...]
I knew a girl who was blue.
[He's not sure why he changes the subject - maybe because blame is not something he's prepared to discuss, but being different is.] She spent most of her life hiding it. She could change her appearance.
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Maybe, a small voice told him, maybe because she didn't have someone helping her. Maybe because she hadn't had someone like Charles, desperate to make her survive.
It doesn't help, thinking that; it doesn't make him less angry. He knows he should have taken her offer to unpair them, but neither of them had known if his mutation would be gutted again, if he'd be half himself again, and that had been too big a risk for him to take. So she'd turned to drugs, and he hadn't spoken to her, and - what? Did that make this his fault?
No. No, that he refused to see. But there would always be the whisper in his ear, still...]
I knew a girl who was blue.
[He's not sure why he changes the subject - maybe because blame is not something he's prepared to discuss, but being different is.] She spent most of her life hiding it. She could change her appearance.