[Another time and Murphy would laugh, shrug it off. He didn't know what he was talking about, but it wasn't like Murphy had never had to deal with that before. People assuming they knew him, knew what was going on in his head. Ironic that even with the mental connections, it still kept happening.
But he isn't steady enough, right now. Angry still churning, roiling beneath his skin, and in the moment where he would normally write off everything the priest had said, instead he stops. Smiles to himself. Turns back.]
(You think you're invested? Coming after me when all you had to do was tell them I ate something bad.)
[With everyone still back at the performance, the corridor of the House they're in is quiet, empty. No one to see the anger in his posture, the evident argument happening with no words being spoken.]
(What if I told you up there, they didn't think we were going to survive this. They knew we probably wouldn't. And they told you that your whatever, special light show,) [he wriggles his fingers] (that's the only way we might. )
[His power might be his own, not brain bug-gifted like Murphy's, but it didn't matter for the comparison. What Cathaway had put on him, her fear following him, dark dread in his gut knowing it wasn't a matter of if but when his power triggered.]
(And now you find out that time you walked through a desert with no food and water, people getting blown up and eaten around you, being that idiot who followed a crazy man to a promised land that didn't exist, yeah, you're going to have to do that all over again. Because that's the doing the right thing choice. That's the way to try and make sure no one dies.)
[And he hates it. Hates that he's here, that he's going to do it, that he cares. Hates Adra right now, for following him, assuming, projecting his own bullshit onto him. Hates the whole dame thing.]
(So take your "too good to cooperate" crap and go float yourself. You don't know me.)
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But he isn't steady enough, right now. Angry still churning, roiling beneath his skin, and in the moment where he would normally write off everything the priest had said, instead he stops. Smiles to himself. Turns back.]
( You think you're invested? Coming after me when all you had to do was tell them I ate something bad. )
[With everyone still back at the performance, the corridor of the House they're in is quiet, empty. No one to see the anger in his posture, the evident argument happening with no words being spoken.]
( What if I told you up there, they didn't think we were going to survive this. They knew we probably wouldn't. And they told you that your whatever, special light show, ) [he wriggles his fingers] ( that's the only way we might. )
[His power might be his own, not brain bug-gifted like Murphy's, but it didn't matter for the comparison. What Cathaway had put on him, her fear following him, dark dread in his gut knowing it wasn't a matter of if but when his power triggered.]
( And now you find out that time you walked through a desert with no food and water, people getting blown up and eaten around you, being that idiot who followed a crazy man to a promised land that didn't exist, yeah, you're going to have to do that all over again. Because that's the doing the right thing choice. That's the way to try and make sure no one dies. )
[And he hates it. Hates that he's here, that he's going to do it, that he cares. Hates Adra right now, for following him, assuming, projecting his own bullshit onto him. Hates the whole dame thing.]
( So take your "too good to cooperate" crap and go float yourself. You don't know me. )