[He's looking down at the table, not the person sitting across from him. Human hand splayed across it and closing slowly into a fist.]
I didn't ask you to do this. To push yourself like this -- why... why would you think I wanted that from you?
[Why do people keep throwing themselves into harm's way for his sake. Like he's ... why do you think a monster like you-- echoes briefly through his thoughts until he throttles it down with an effort.]
You didn't make me do anything back there. I pushed you. I remember that -- I made a decision, and it backfired. Why is this all your fault?
Do you really think I'm never going to get hurt again? Or that I never have before?
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[In more ways than one.]
[He's looking down at the table, not the person sitting across from him. Human hand splayed across it and closing slowly into a fist.]
I didn't ask you to do this. To push yourself like this -- why... why would you think I wanted that from you?
[Why do people keep throwing themselves into harm's way for his sake. Like he's ... why do you think a monster like you-- echoes briefly through his thoughts until he throttles it down with an effort.]
You didn't make me do anything back there. I pushed you. I remember that -- I made a decision, and it backfired. Why is this all your fault?
Do you really think I'm never going to get hurt again? Or that I never have before?