What Howard said sounded crazy (he waved a stick?), but too many things these days sound crazy. A man with an alien living inside his throat. A woman with impossibly large claws. A little girl cutting into a boy’s neck.
Katurian was fourteen when he learned that people who treated him with kindness and patience could turn around and become grinning monsters towards someone else. Katurian stays away from people because he’s eccentric and nervous and morbid, but he also stays away from people because his trust has been shattered, because behind every friendly word there might be knives.
(He should have followed his own advice. Hide and run and kill anyone who gets too close. Someone saved his life, so naturally he momentarily forgot about the overall shittiness of humanity. Great job.)
His exhale sounds more like an inhale, like a rattling gasp. He called him Kat. Like sweet Michal called him Kat.
“I can’t stand it in this place,” he says, voice unsteady like the chipped ground beneath them. His sinuses were not only wet with blood, but the beginning of tears. This place ruined Draco and Howard. It is ruining all of them. “This fucked up place.”
He never said these words before. He pleaded with the Peacekeepers, he vomitted in hallways, he screamed and he cried. But he behaved with resignation. He never complained.
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Katurian was fourteen when he learned that people who treated him with kindness and patience could turn around and become grinning monsters towards someone else. Katurian stays away from people because he’s eccentric and nervous and morbid, but he also stays away from people because his trust has been shattered, because behind every friendly word there might be knives.
(He should have followed his own advice. Hide and run and kill anyone who gets too close. Someone saved his life, so naturally he momentarily forgot about the overall shittiness of humanity. Great job.)
His exhale sounds more like an inhale, like a rattling gasp. He called him Kat. Like sweet Michal called him Kat.
“I can’t stand it in this place,” he says, voice unsteady like the chipped ground beneath them. His sinuses were not only wet with blood, but the beginning of tears. This place ruined Draco and Howard. It is ruining all of them. “This fucked up place.”
He never said these words before. He pleaded with the Peacekeepers, he vomitted in hallways, he screamed and he cried. But he behaved with resignation. He never complained.
“We deserve better.”