[Of all the things he thought he'd hear, that wasn't it. His expression registers it -- the sudden, surprised gap in his mental walls shows it.]
[There's a brief flash, a memory, of Pidge, all but shouting the same thing. Trying to hammer it through his head -- I know you'd never hurt anyone! Words that pulled him back from actively doing so when he'd lost control.]
[Now here they were again. They'd never really left, had they? They'd been there in the back of his head in her voice -- in Sam's actions. And now this.]
[They're not afraid of it. Why is he?]
I'd like to feel that way myself, someday.
[Because, what else is there to say? He doesn't know if he can agree right now, right this second in time, but later... later he'd like to. He'd like to stop waking up in the middle of the night thinking, feeling like, it was taking over the rest of him.]
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[There's a brief flash, a memory, of Pidge, all but shouting the same thing. Trying to hammer it through his head -- I know you'd never hurt anyone! Words that pulled him back from actively doing so when he'd lost control.]
[Now here they were again. They'd never really left, had they? They'd been there in the back of his head in her voice -- in Sam's actions. And now this.]
[They're not afraid of it. Why is he?]
I'd like to feel that way myself, someday.
[Because, what else is there to say? He doesn't know if he can agree right now, right this second in time, but later... later he'd like to. He'd like to stop waking up in the middle of the night thinking, feeling like, it was taking over the rest of him.]
Thank you. For saying it -- believing it.