Yeah. I know. It's the same reason I'm so angry, all of the time.
[ An oddly subdued little admission, but then Alec's still raw from Henry's trip into his memories. Old ghosts dug up to walk freely around in his head when he would rather see them buried.
He looks at Henry, then at Vecna, still wreathed in flame. Two sides of the same sad, angry coin. A man who feels so abandoned by the world that he thinks his only recourse is to remake the whole thing, and with it, make a place for himself. It might be pitiable, if Alec were one for pity.
And, if that sort of gnawing loneliness didn't have its teeth so deep in his own heart. ]
Maybe that's the thing about being a broken piece, huh? You find another broken piece, and you stick together.
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[ An oddly subdued little admission, but then Alec's still raw from Henry's trip into his memories. Old ghosts dug up to walk freely around in his head when he would rather see them buried.
He looks at Henry, then at Vecna, still wreathed in flame. Two sides of the same sad, angry coin. A man who feels so abandoned by the world that he thinks his only recourse is to remake the whole thing, and with it, make a place for himself. It might be pitiable, if Alec were one for pity.
And, if that sort of gnawing loneliness didn't have its teeth so deep in his own heart. ]
Maybe that's the thing about being a broken piece, huh? You find another broken piece, and you stick together.