( She'd been picking his brain apart for as long as he could remember, memories bleeding into nightmares and back. He has other people's thoughts and their lives bastardised and stitched into his head, he has demons wound around his spine. )
What? Fif--fifteen years of c-clues and I n-never figured it out? ( And Max had worked it out so quickly. He hates this. He hates every layer of skin that he peels back to find out more corruption within himself, things threatening to collapse inward. His jaw twists. )
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( She'd been picking his brain apart for as long as he could remember, memories bleeding into nightmares and back. He has other people's thoughts and their lives bastardised and stitched into his head, he has demons wound around his spine. )
What? Fif--fifteen years of c-clues and I n-never figured it out? ( And Max had worked it out so quickly. He hates this. He hates every layer of skin that he peels back to find out more corruption within himself, things threatening to collapse inward. His jaw twists. )
F-forget it. ( This is stupid. He is stupid. )