"Yeah well maybe I wanted to take it!" he snapped before sighing and rubbing a hand over his face. "Maybe I wanted to take it from you, Doctor. It shouldn't be you. It shouldn't have to be you."
He shook his head and looked down at his wrist strap. Oh they were far away now. Very far away. It was as if the manipulator knew just what they had to get away from.
"It's still better," he said, looking at the floor, almost as a different sentiment, and almost as though he was justifying himself, or justify emotion. "Better than being alone. Better than pretending."
Shifting on the ground, he pulled his knees up a little, and rested his forearms out against them. "What did that mean?" he asked quietly, turning his head to look down at him and squinting a little in the pink light.
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Date: 2010-01-02 06:46 am (UTC)He shook his head and looked down at his wrist strap. Oh they were far away now. Very far away. It was as if the manipulator knew just what they had to get away from.
"It's still better," he said, looking at the floor, almost as a different sentiment, and almost as though he was justifying himself, or justify emotion. "Better than being alone. Better than pretending."
Shifting on the ground, he pulled his knees up a little, and rested his forearms out against them. "What did that mean?" he asked quietly, turning his head to look down at him and squinting a little in the pink light.