[ Harry lets out a slight chuckle at the thought of him ending his life so dramatically. As if he deserves it. No. He deserves to be punished. Maybe if he had been adamant about returning to New York, if he hadn't allowed his father to push him away, things would be different. Maybe if he'd been a better son. Maybe if he'd been better at his studies. Maybe if he hadn't spent the past summer after school traveling around Europe. He'd let Norman down and now it's too late. He'd been too wrapped up in his own hurt, in his own pain, in his own selfishness, that he'd failed to be there... to do something. Anything.
And now here he is. Caught up in the same troubles. His father had left him with his life's work and he can't even figure out how the damn device works. Harry's laughing even more now. He can't help it. ]
This. [ He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls the tiny cube out, holding it up, attempting to control the shaking of his hand, but it's useless. It's worse now than it was yesterday. He presses the device to Peter's jacket. ] He left me with this. [ Is it going to be as pointless to him as it had been for Norman now that he's stuck here in Wonderland? No way of accessing that research. No way of curing this disease. ]
It's all I have, Pete. It's all I have. [ He turns his gaze to the ground and takes a shaky breath to calm himself before he takes a step back so he can drown himself in more alcohol because that's always helped. It's the new Osborn way. Whatever can't be dealt with, just drink it all away. ]
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And now here he is. Caught up in the same troubles. His father had left him with his life's work and he can't even figure out how the damn device works. Harry's laughing even more now. He can't help it. ]
This. [ He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls the tiny cube out, holding it up, attempting to control the shaking of his hand, but it's useless. It's worse now than it was yesterday. He presses the device to Peter's jacket. ] He left me with this. [ Is it going to be as pointless to him as it had been for Norman now that he's stuck here in Wonderland? No way of accessing that research. No way of curing this disease. ]
It's all I have, Pete. It's all I have. [ He turns his gaze to the ground and takes a shaky breath to calm himself before he takes a step back so he can drown himself in more alcohol because that's always helped. It's the new Osborn way. Whatever can't be dealt with, just drink it all away. ]