He stares at her a moment as that realization hits him. He used it against her. He'd felt a light brush of his foot against hers, and he hadn't thought anything of it. But he'd used it against her. She's speaking in riddles, saying nothing directly, and so it takes him a moment - but he hurt her.
He finds himself stumbling back suddenly. His back hits the banister; he slides down, numbly, until he hits the ground. His hands come up to his face. They're shaking, he realizes distantly; he tries to make them stop, but can't. He tries to slow his breathing, too, but it all feels like it's at a great distance, and he doesn't know how to control himself from this distance. Everything feels as though it's beyond him. Everything feels out of control. He feels lightheaded.
There's no stopping it. There's no putting a stop to it. He is a monster. He is uncontrollable and on a rampage. If he were to die, would that put a stop to it? Or would they not even be able to handle his body, given how poisonous it is, how destructive he is?
He ought to apologize. But what apology would ever be sufficient? And words...Words escape him. He's too far away from himself to even be able to speak. All that comes out of him is a low, unsteady noise of anguish.
i love you
He stares at her a moment as that realization hits him. He used it against her. He'd felt a light brush of his foot against hers, and he hadn't thought anything of it. But he'd used it against her. She's speaking in riddles, saying nothing directly, and so it takes him a moment - but he hurt her.
He finds himself stumbling back suddenly. His back hits the banister; he slides down, numbly, until he hits the ground. His hands come up to his face. They're shaking, he realizes distantly; he tries to make them stop, but can't. He tries to slow his breathing, too, but it all feels like it's at a great distance, and he doesn't know how to control himself from this distance. Everything feels as though it's beyond him. Everything feels out of control. He feels lightheaded.
There's no stopping it. There's no putting a stop to it. He is a monster. He is uncontrollable and on a rampage. If he were to die, would that put a stop to it? Or would they not even be able to handle his body, given how poisonous it is, how destructive he is?
He ought to apologize. But what apology would ever be sufficient? And words...Words escape him. He's too far away from himself to even be able to speak. All that comes out of him is a low, unsteady noise of anguish.