I do. yes. i do think that. [ and here he was backed into another corner. at least the scenery was different. it was strange to feel so vulnerable yet be stuck under the literal mask that gave him the strength to be everything he wanted to be. wrench realized that most of the time when people spoke of their ugly side they meant a violent, manipulative, or selfish one. that wasn't who reggie was, though. that was who wrench was and he embraced that for the most part.
it was never wrench who struggled with watching those workers go to town on kelley. it wasn't wrench who struggled with watching sabine fall to their death, either. aiden had called for reg, reg. it was reggie who didn't kill rempart. if he hadn't fucking tried to appeal to aiden's human side, if he hadn't revealed himself, rempart would be dead. he was sure of it. he was so sure of it and it would have been better, too.
wrench looked down at his feet and to his slightly shaking hands. he could feel his heart begin to race as his mind continued down a rabbit hole of what if, should have, and has been. remembering how he hid that day. alone. staring at the ground. immobile. he thought he'd grown from those times but... maybe not. maybe he was just playing pretend for a few years. recalibrating for the inevitable tail dive. he had to know it was coming. he had to. ]
i believe you. [ a beat or two went by. ] its not a violent person i'm hiding, sharon. [ everything about his body language spoke nervous. very different from who wrench was that, sure, came with anxious energy but a vibrant and chaotic one. not this. not this. this was isolated and small. ] it's a weak one.
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Date: 2023-05-22 11:49 am (UTC)it was never wrench who struggled with watching those workers go to town on kelley. it wasn't wrench who struggled with watching sabine fall to their death, either. aiden had called for reg, reg. it was reggie who didn't kill rempart. if he hadn't fucking tried to appeal to aiden's human side, if he hadn't revealed himself, rempart would be dead. he was sure of it. he was so sure of it and it would have been better, too.
wrench looked down at his feet and to his slightly shaking hands. he could feel his heart begin to race as his mind continued down a rabbit hole of what if, should have, and has been. remembering how he hid that day. alone. staring at the ground. immobile. he thought he'd grown from those times but... maybe not. maybe he was just playing pretend for a few years. recalibrating for the inevitable tail dive. he had to know it was coming. he had to. ]
i believe you. [ a beat or two went by. ] its not a violent person i'm hiding, sharon. [ everything about his body language spoke nervous. very different from who wrench was that, sure, came with anxious energy but a vibrant and chaotic one. not this. not this. this was isolated and small. ] it's a weak one.