"It's many things, but nothing is not among them," he counters quietly as he reaches for her bangs, gently brushing a stray curl back. Scar sorts through his thoughts slowly, carefully. Even the unspoken lies in delicate balance.
"Both myself and the boy may know as much better than anyone," he adds, a streak of grim humor flickering across his eyes, still earnest in their intensity. The vestigial image of her cruelty still finds its way into his nightmares. The contrast may have been impossible for him to reconcile, were he anyone but himself-- the closest thing to something dead that got to keep its eyes and skin and memory. "I had an inkling that there was more than I knew, but... I've demanded enough answers from you, over the years."
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"Both myself and the boy may know as much better than anyone," he adds, a streak of grim humor flickering across his eyes, still earnest in their intensity. The vestigial image of her cruelty still finds its way into his nightmares. The contrast may have been impossible for him to reconcile, were he anyone but himself-- the closest thing to something dead that got to keep its eyes and skin and memory. "I had an inkling that there was more than I knew, but... I've demanded enough answers from you, over the years."