[ things they have in common, death and blood, reverberate more strongly. heine stares at the body for a while before he's drawn away again to guns and people who know exactly what they're doing in a way that hurts her, and the surge of... protectiveness (maybe, or just anger), that he feels takes him aback.
in the back of his mind he knows that she's seeing things like this from him, and the thought makes him want to get out. images flood into him more and more quickly, telling him more than he ever needed or wanted to know. he is seeing her past.
(there is school, and lessons, learning to handle guns and knives too big for their hands. the kick hurts but it's important to be able to defend yourself, they learn, and they fight until there is real blood and the fear of something inside them that is —
— not quite right.
then more blood, and he is holding his sister and her voice tells him again and again: this is what you did by trying to disobey. but he runs, anyway, better to run than stay there with her and the blood of all his other siblings. people follow him and he still runs, and destroys, because that's what he's good at.)
his face twists into a scowl, despite being unconscious, and his body shifts. he wants it to stop. ]
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in the back of his mind he knows that she's seeing things like this from him, and the thought makes him want to get out. images flood into him more and more quickly, telling him more than he ever needed or wanted to know. he is seeing her past.
(there is school, and lessons, learning to handle guns and knives too big for their hands. the kick hurts but it's important to be able to defend yourself, they learn, and they fight until there is real blood and the fear of something inside them that is —
— not quite right.
then more blood, and he is holding his sister and her voice tells him again and again: this is what you did by trying to disobey. but he runs, anyway, better to run than stay there with her and the blood of all his other siblings. people follow him and he still runs, and destroys, because that's what he's good at.)
his face twists into a scowl, despite being unconscious, and his body shifts. he wants it to stop. ]