[Kavinsky wants his lightness back, his buoyancy, but Ilde went and took that from him the same as she'd shaken his brain by its ankles and watched the loose thoughts fall out. Sirius demands explanation, but the words aren't so easily spoken. As open as Kavinsky had been on the station, there was never a time he'd had to think about his father, his past, his rebirth in Henrietta. Every part of him is acutely awake as if he'd bitten into a powerline. He's constructing walls for his own sake, but they are hodgepodge and wet-- too malleable, too new.]
She's nobody. I don't even care, man. Already over it.
[His shoulders are knots as his hands push back through his hair. Already over it.
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[Kavinsky wants his lightness back, his buoyancy, but Ilde went and took that from him the same as she'd shaken his brain by its ankles and watched the loose thoughts fall out. Sirius demands explanation, but the words aren't so easily spoken. As open as Kavinsky had been on the station, there was never a time he'd had to think about his father, his past, his rebirth in Henrietta. Every part of him is acutely awake as if he'd bitten into a powerline. He's constructing walls for his own sake, but they are hodgepodge and wet-- too malleable, too new.]
She's nobody. I don't even care, man. Already over it.
[His shoulders are knots as his hands push back through his hair. Already over it.
That bitch.]