don can forgive him for sounding a little shrill and a bit hysterical when he laughs, right? it's just… he didn't want the truth to come out like this. especially to a friend he had just made. he didn't want to scare him off when he finally figured out why roderic was so weird in the worst way possible. ]
A genius. An agent. A hero. Someone who could do good for the government if I applied my powers the 'correct' way. Someone who was born to do great things. I was made for a reason. [ there's a hollowness to his voice as he says, repeats, the words to don.
roderic remembers the spiel the scientists gave to him whenever he had doubts, whenever he got scared, whenever he tried to resist being strapped down to the table for 'corrections.' he had to remember them. it was the only thing he could cling to at the time when back in the garden or the grove and-
fuck. he finally looks away from don, rubbing his eyes and suddenly feeling very, very tired. ] I believed them too, you know? What else was there to believe back then when all you knew was experiments and tests and scores?
[ he really wanted to be a hero. he wanted to mean something and now… he doesn't know. ]
It's great and terrible \ o /
don can forgive him for sounding a little shrill and a bit hysterical when he laughs, right? it's just… he didn't want the truth to come out like this. especially to a friend he had just made. he didn't want to scare him off when he finally figured out why roderic was so weird in the worst way possible. ]
A genius. An agent. A hero. Someone who could do good for the government if I applied my powers the 'correct' way. Someone who was born to do great things. I was made for a reason. [ there's a hollowness to his voice as he says, repeats, the words to don.
roderic remembers the spiel the scientists gave to him whenever he had doubts, whenever he got scared, whenever he tried to resist being strapped down to the table for 'corrections.' he had to remember them. it was the only thing he could cling to at the time when back in the garden or the grove and-
fuck. he finally looks away from don, rubbing his eyes and suddenly feeling very, very tired. ] I believed them too, you know? What else was there to believe back then when all you knew was experiments and tests and scores?
[ he really wanted to be a hero. he wanted to mean something and now… he doesn't know. ]