[Jaime's not an idiot. He knows what Ken must mean by that, but there's something in his brain that just puts a roadblock on the conversation, denying the fact that he's sitting in front of an eleven-year old who could ever, ever think like that, even after everything he's been through. He's dealt with a lot, but he has a solid foundation here, doesn't he? Were things really that bad, and none of them noticed?
Hell, Jaime remembers thinking that Ken had been getting better. He can't help the way that his blood runs cold just considering it, and absurdly, beyond reason, he hopes that he's just misunderstanding Ken. He doesn't know how yet, but where there's a will, there's a way.
God, he's just a kid. He leans forward, planting both feet on the ground. He shouldn't make Ken go through this inch by inch, but he can't help himself.]
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[Jaime's not an idiot. He knows what Ken must mean by that, but there's something in his brain that just puts a roadblock on the conversation, denying the fact that he's sitting in front of an eleven-year old who could ever, ever think like that, even after everything he's been through. He's dealt with a lot, but he has a solid foundation here, doesn't he? Were things really that bad, and none of them noticed?
Hell, Jaime remembers thinking that Ken had been getting better. He can't help the way that his blood runs cold just considering it, and absurdly, beyond reason, he hopes that he's just misunderstanding Ken. He doesn't know how yet, but where there's a will, there's a way.
God, he's just a kid. He leans forward, planting both feet on the ground. He shouldn't make Ken go through this inch by inch, but he can't help himself.]
Ken, what do you -- what happened?