[Arthur chuckles a bit, agreeing with Claire's assessment. He thinks they have a bit in common, too.
Then his face turns a bit distant. His smile grows smaller. The static in the whites of his eyes fuzzes and blurs.]
I didn't always think of it that way. Percy was...not like other people. They called him slow, but he really wasn't. He just thought differently than other people, took everything literally, didn't like to do things he didn't see the logic in. The other children were...quite cruel to him. And me, by extension.
[And Arthur would always pop them for it. Even when he'd been frustrated or annoyed with him, Percy was his brother.
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[Arthur chuckles a bit, agreeing with Claire's assessment. He thinks they have a bit in common, too.
Then his face turns a bit distant. His smile grows smaller. The static in the whites of his eyes fuzzes and blurs.]
I didn't always think of it that way. Percy was...not like other people. They called him slow, but he really wasn't. He just thought differently than other people, took everything literally, didn't like to do things he didn't see the logic in. The other children were...quite cruel to him. And me, by extension.
[And Arthur would always pop them for it. Even when he'd been frustrated or annoyed with him, Percy was his brother.
At least he'd been a good brother sometimes.]