(I... have more in common with her than a lot of people, ma'am.)
[He doesn't feel bad about that. It doesn't feel wrong to admit it. Part of him is even grateful for it. Grateful there's someone who knows, in part, what it is to feel that way. Fighting against what They Made You.]
[The earnestness, the honesty, continues. No, he doesn't know why the thought of Elena makes her so angry. He doesn't understand where she's coming from... but like when the Darkling had threatened to drag him down into dark water, into grief and called him mine... he wants to understand.]
(I didn't want to be... what I am now. What the Station and my enemies in my world made me. Neither does she.)
(We're doing the best we can... So -- I get it. I get her.)
[Breathing is steadying. Calming. He's still exhausted. Still run ragged by the angry symbiote power in his brain. But starting to unwind.]
(I know.)
(But why tell us to kill you? Any of us? If... you've given that word.)
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[He doesn't feel bad about that. It doesn't feel wrong to admit it. Part of him is even grateful for it. Grateful there's someone who knows, in part, what it is to feel that way. Fighting against what They Made You.]
[The earnestness, the honesty, continues. No, he doesn't know why the thought of Elena makes her so angry. He doesn't understand where she's coming from... but like when the Darkling had threatened to drag him down into dark water, into grief and called him mine... he wants to understand.]
(I didn't want to be... what I am now. What the Station and my enemies in my world made me. Neither does she.)
(We're doing the best we can... So -- I get it. I get her.)
[Breathing is steadying. Calming. He's still exhausted. Still run ragged by the angry symbiote power in his brain. But starting to unwind.]
(I know.)
(But why tell us to kill you? Any of us? If... you've given that word.)