[The vision cuts through the muck of his own emotions. Richie watches him spin his bullshit and feels a swell of repulsion. Anger.
Burn her alive as a baby. Murder her mother in truth.
The man vanishes. He stares at the spot where he manifested, jaw locked tight and breathing with slow intent. There's a slimy son of a bitch if he ever saw one. Shit, he'd want to kill him too. Half does now, if he weren't laid up so low and lightyears away.]
...Handy thing that you're good at it. [Which should be a compliment, even if it feels backhanded the second after it leaves his mouth. He winces, shakes his head slow. And reaches for her hand, taking it in his own.] I just wish you never had to.
[The way her own husband looked at her in horror. The skeletons in the tunnel. The way the maid spoke about her, how the sneering bear of a man cooed out recollections of the violence done to her. Nothing but hell and scorn, her whole life.
There's a better world for you and it kills me you'll never get to see it.]
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Burn her alive as a baby. Murder her mother in truth.
The man vanishes. He stares at the spot where he manifested, jaw locked tight and breathing with slow intent. There's a slimy son of a bitch if he ever saw one. Shit, he'd want to kill him too. Half does now, if he weren't laid up so low and lightyears away.]
...Handy thing that you're good at it. [Which should be a compliment, even if it feels backhanded the second after it leaves his mouth. He winces, shakes his head slow. And reaches for her hand, taking it in his own.] I just wish you never had to.
[The way her own husband looked at her in horror. The skeletons in the tunnel. The way the maid spoke about her, how the sneering bear of a man cooed out recollections of the violence done to her. Nothing but hell and scorn, her whole life.
There's a better world for you and it kills me you'll never get to see it.]