He was on his feet in a flash, then at her side, reaching for her wrist. Brutally, he twisted her arm up and back, taking care to keep her hand pointed away from him for what little good it would do him. He took a deep breath, fighting against more violence just for the sake of violence -- he'd worked so hard over the last year, and he wouldn't let her screw that up now -- and then exhaled through his teeth, sharply.
"My mother knew," he told her in a tone he generally reserved for threats, "but she wasn't behind that. Your father was in control then. Your father did this to me -- to us, or are you going to ignore the fact that he screwed with you for the better part of your life?" His mother and Noah had told him all about that. "I did you a favor, getting rid of him. You wanted a normal life? I gave it to you, when I attacked you. When Angela fired you."
He let her go, pushing her away as she released. "And no, you didn't try. You ran. I was only telekinetic then. You could have put me out of my misery. Stopped my heart for long enough to make me stop. But you didn't. You don't get the luxury of feeling like you did the right thing because you didn't. You're no better than them. No better than me."
Turning, he marched back to the couch, and flopped down on it. "Go to bed, Elle. Run away again."
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Date: 2009-09-19 02:38 pm (UTC)"My mother knew," he told her in a tone he generally reserved for threats, "but she wasn't behind that. Your father was in control then. Your father did this to me -- to us, or are you going to ignore the fact that he screwed with you for the better part of your life?" His mother and Noah had told him all about that. "I did you a favor, getting rid of him. You wanted a normal life? I gave it to you, when I attacked you. When Angela fired you."
He let her go, pushing her away as she released. "And no, you didn't try. You ran. I was only telekinetic then. You could have put me out of my misery. Stopped my heart for long enough to make me stop. But you didn't. You don't get the luxury of feeling like you did the right thing because you didn't. You're no better than them. No better than me."
Turning, he marched back to the couch, and flopped down on it. "Go to bed, Elle. Run away again."