[He turns his head slightly to meet Fitz’s attention, blue and green eyes sharp with focus.]
Not at all, no, and not how I’d ever want to be again.
[He’s dealt with mending what had threatened to be broken between the two of them. An understanding that who they were that day is never who they want to be, even if the potential existed. Yet it doesn’t make the memory of it easier. Doesn’t keep the guilt perpetually asleep, sometimes rising up and still raking its claws across the interior of his ribs.]
The worst of us, coming to the surface. Anger, violence, a lack of self-control to keep it all mitigated. Having felt wronged.
[For a moment, only the sound of concurrent footsteps down the trail.]
...which made me feel justified in hurting others. But that’s not what we came here to talk about.
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Not at all, no, and not how I’d ever want to be again.
[He’s dealt with mending what had threatened to be broken between the two of them. An understanding that who they were that day is never who they want to be, even if the potential existed. Yet it doesn’t make the memory of it easier. Doesn’t keep the guilt perpetually asleep, sometimes rising up and still raking its claws across the interior of his ribs.]
The worst of us, coming to the surface. Anger, violence, a lack of self-control to keep it all mitigated. Having felt wronged.
[For a moment, only the sound of concurrent footsteps down the trail.]
...which made me feel justified in hurting others. But that’s not what we came here to talk about.