That makes it sound nobler than what really happened. [He knows that part of why he did all of this was for himself. To find closure, to find answers. It's not so much about his mother, his mother was fine, or so she seemed.
His smile sharpens as a wince chills over it; somehow, he hears cries of indignation, of revolt, exasperation, and frustration from everyone around him.
'I want you to come home. Voluntarily. It's not just you swept up in all this nonsense now.' 'I have to say, you've really let this place go to hell.' 'Just remember, in your brazenness, whose House this is.'
Gods—
Instead, he focuses on the cut on Joonghyuk's arm, his own blood and his singing something that he can't really construe. Their offerings lie there garishly, and he takes a deep breath, as though it helped will his own spillage away.
He feels slightly light-headed, but he's used to it.] Time winds back, so… you go back to the beginning? [He's not sure which is worse.]
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His smile sharpens as a wince chills over it; somehow, he hears cries of indignation, of revolt, exasperation, and frustration from everyone around him.
Gods—
Instead, he focuses on the cut on Joonghyuk's arm, his own blood and his singing something that he can't really construe. Their offerings lie there garishly, and he takes a deep breath, as though it helped will his own spillage away.
He feels slightly light-headed, but he's used to it.] Time winds back, so… you go back to the beginning? [He's not sure which is worse.]