[Eyes flick away from the fire, finding Alec’s face. His back’s still against the gravestone.]
Yes.
[It’s like pulling a stone out of his throat, or shattered glass. Overwrought by his Shadow, maybe truth needles out, unconsciously unnetted — maybe he’ll regret it later.]
Why do you think I’m so angry? All of the time.
[Something that makes him sad, but also angry. To bolster power and motivation. It’s what he told Eleven, that day in the lab.]
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Yes.
[It’s like pulling a stone out of his throat, or shattered glass. Overwrought by his Shadow, maybe truth needles out, unconsciously unnetted — maybe he’ll regret it later.]
Why do you think I’m so angry? All of the time.
[Something that makes him sad, but also angry. To bolster power and motivation. It’s what he told Eleven, that day in the lab.]