There's no escaping it for any of them. They can hold it off for a long time though those that have never used their powers have little chance of fending it off when it comes down to this. It will be impossible at some point, and the time will come to soon. If anyone should be near insanity, near death, it should be him. He has used his powers in the past more than anyone should be able to and still being sane from it.
Accepting it wouldn't work for any of them. They are all perceptive people. It's part of why they are in the Crowbar in the first place. They are all honest people who have lost half of their family already. They worry. They have become more overprotective of each other and more hyper-vigilante of any potential threat even when that threat comes from within each of them, because they want to be prepared. They want to prevent deaths before they have the chance to actually happen.
It became apparently clear to him that the reason she so desperately wanted to spend all this time with them is because she knew what he had begun to suspect. It was why he was quick to agree to go to the movie theaters with their family when the entire trip ordinarily would have required much more argument out of him before he'd grudgingly go along. However, he knew that she wanted to spend time with all of them as a family, because her time was limited. It was different this time.
Sonny knows. He sees how his words hit her and hit her hard like a slap across the face, and it's something else that he tries to shove away, shove back in a compartment to be felt in full later. Sonny-- the demon-- both of them said it knowing what it'd do, knowing that he has to keep pushing to shove it out of her.
"It is. You let him use you for years, because you thought he loved you. He treated you like shit and you let him," Sonny says in that low, hard voice of the demon that's always in his head ordering him like he's trying to order her now. "You're going to let me use you too, aren't you? It's that or you use your powers now. Stop me."
Lena shoves herself against him. The sudden intensity takes him by surprise, and it's the only reason why he drops her, aware that she wouldn't be able to get far from him. He walks after her as she crawls on the ground in these pieces of herself. He doesn't give her a moment's rest. He can't afford to. It's a delicate operation. It's a thin line to walk, but he has to keep building the pressure and the want that the demon will have as long as he's near with his own emotions swirling and pushing and ready to explode.
"It's not? What is it that you did then if it wasn't letting him use you and hurt you? Do you want to be that girl again? Maybe you never changed. Maybe you're still her."
It is never that simple.
"Wouldn't I?" His jaw locks. There are waves and waves of emotion knotting up within his stomach, making him sick and broken and- "What makes you so certain?"
Accepting it wouldn't work for any of them. They are all perceptive people. It's part of why they are in the Crowbar in the first place. They are all honest people who have lost half of their family already. They worry. They have become more overprotective of each other and more hyper-vigilante of any potential threat even when that threat comes from within each of them, because they want to be prepared. They want to prevent deaths before they have the chance to actually happen.
It became apparently clear to him that the reason she so desperately wanted to spend all this time with them is because she knew what he had begun to suspect. It was why he was quick to agree to go to the movie theaters with their family when the entire trip ordinarily would have required much more argument out of him before he'd grudgingly go along. However, he knew that she wanted to spend time with all of them as a family, because her time was limited. It was different this time.
Sonny knows. He sees how his words hit her and hit her hard like a slap across the face, and it's something else that he tries to shove away, shove back in a compartment to be felt in full later. Sonny-- the demon-- both of them said it knowing what it'd do, knowing that he has to keep pushing to shove it out of her.
"It is. You let him use you for years, because you thought he loved you. He treated you like shit and you let him," Sonny says in that low, hard voice of the demon that's always in his head ordering him like he's trying to order her now. "You're going to let me use you too, aren't you? It's that or you use your powers now. Stop me."
Lena shoves herself against him. The sudden intensity takes him by surprise, and it's the only reason why he drops her, aware that she wouldn't be able to get far from him. He walks after her as she crawls on the ground in these pieces of herself. He doesn't give her a moment's rest. He can't afford to. It's a delicate operation. It's a thin line to walk, but he has to keep building the pressure and the want that the demon will have as long as he's near with his own emotions swirling and pushing and ready to explode.
"It's not? What is it that you did then if it wasn't letting him use you and hurt you? Do you want to be that girl again? Maybe you never changed. Maybe you're still her."
It is never that simple.
"Wouldn't I?" His jaw locks. There are waves and waves of emotion knotting up within his stomach, making him sick and broken and- "What makes you so certain?"
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