[His miracle. The very use of the word sends a pang through his chest. He remembers a time not so long ago where he might argue that terminology, insisting that he saved his life through his own ingenuity, but corrupted is exactly how he feels. That the government would take something so incredible and poison it in this way--he knew it would happen, but that doesn't make it hurt less. Doesn't make him less ashamed of his role in it.
And Kyle has every right to be angry about his withholding of the theft, but he isn't, and somehow that hurts too, like he's not deserving of this. Selfish, for building the Hexcore, and for indulging in physical comfort now.]
It's not...you're not the one who should be sorry.
[He's not sure he can bear the sympathy right now, no matter how much he wants it. Kyle is not the first person to tell him that he isn't responsible, but it's impossible not to feel that way. He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head.]
I was the only person who got any kind of good from it, and now...it's a weapon.
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And Kyle has every right to be angry about his withholding of the theft, but he isn't, and somehow that hurts too, like he's not deserving of this. Selfish, for building the Hexcore, and for indulging in physical comfort now.]
It's not...you're not the one who should be sorry.
[He's not sure he can bear the sympathy right now, no matter how much he wants it. Kyle is not the first person to tell him that he isn't responsible, but it's impossible not to feel that way. He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head.]
I was the only person who got any kind of good from it, and now...it's a weapon.