[That first text digs under his skin and buries itself in his mind. The kind of words that will never really leave him, and instead will simply stick like glue to everything he does or says. A part of him is always so tied up and tangled by exactly those kinds of things, that it's all too easy for him to just take it in-- whether she really intended it as a dig or not, it's how it's taken-- and let it ruminate.]
Yeah. I'm just one failure after another, right? Thanks, Allison.
I was a fucking janitor, okay? At the gym I lived in. It wasn't any better than this. I fought for money for awhile. I've done a bunch of fucking bullshit labor jobs.
I don't want to just have a job to have a fucking job, Allison, that isn't the point. I want it to matter. I want to help people.
[His job back home is not exactly the kind of thing he likes admitting to the superstar sister, who probably couldn't dream what a shitty-ass minimum wage job was even like.
He doesn't like thinking about it when it crosses his mind-- how much of that deep-rooted desire to help-- to save-- people is even really his own, and not just what he was raised for, just... Dad's directives? He was so quick to fall in line, for so long, in a misguided attempt to earn their father's attention, love.
He eventually realized it was impossible, but by then, how much of what Reginald Hargreeves had drilled into him had buried down into his core was never really going to leave him, no matter how fast, or how far he ran from home.]
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Yeah. I'm just one failure after another, right? Thanks, Allison.
I was a fucking janitor, okay? At the gym I lived in. It wasn't any better than this.
I fought for money for awhile.
I've done a bunch of fucking bullshit labor jobs.
I don't want to just have a job to have a fucking job, Allison, that isn't the point. I want it to matter. I want to help people.
[His job back home is not exactly the kind of thing he likes admitting to the superstar sister, who probably couldn't dream what a shitty-ass minimum wage job was even like.
He doesn't like thinking about it when it crosses his mind-- how much of that deep-rooted desire to help-- to save-- people is even really his own, and not just what he was raised for, just... Dad's directives? He was so quick to fall in line, for so long, in a misguided attempt to earn their father's attention, love.
He eventually realized it was impossible, but by then, how much of what Reginald Hargreeves had drilled into him had buried down into his core was never really going to leave him, no matter how fast, or how far he ran from home.]