[It's more of an indictment than he intends for it to be - glancing up with a look both betrayed and accusatory, red-rimmed and wrung out. He can never be done with this, can he? It's always going to come back.]
[He was alone. He was always alone, and when he wasn't, there was that barrier of a camera between himself and the only other man who might've understood. The only one that was still unambiguously on his side - even if he wasn't on Jay's. Not completely. Can't ever forget that, can he? Can't forget that he's a liar.]
[HE IS A LIAR.]
[Follow ME.]
I was...how I was supposed to know? And once I did, I -
[His throat closes.]
[Once he did know, who it was that lingered behind the hood, he could only wish desperately that he didn't. The difference between him and the man with the lead round in his liver, bled out on a floor that didn't exist; that he never fucking asked for the answers he got.]
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[It's more of an indictment than he intends for it to be - glancing up with a look both betrayed and accusatory, red-rimmed and wrung out. He can never be done with this, can he? It's always going to come back.]
[He was alone. He was always alone, and when he wasn't, there was that barrier of a camera between himself and the only other man who might've understood. The only one that was still unambiguously on his side - even if he wasn't on Jay's. Not completely. Can't ever forget that, can he? Can't forget that he's a liar.]
[HE IS A LIAR.]
[Follow ME.]
I was...how I was supposed to know? And once I did, I -
[His throat closes.]
[Once he did know, who it was that lingered behind the hood, he could only wish desperately that he didn't. The difference between him and the man with the lead round in his liver, bled out on a floor that didn't exist; that he never fucking asked for the answers he got.]