| Many the hopes that have vanished after the ball. |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|05:29 am] |
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| | Charles K. Harris - After The Ball | ] |
((Closed to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cursed_wolf))
The Nexus was a source of very interesting information, Envy had found. Not all of it information Envy had particularly wanted, either. He'd been able to tell, just in the few lines exchanged with his alternate, that he was still far too human, still too easily bothered by human slights, still... still. Eighty years, you'd think it'd goddamn well be enough, wouldn't you? Not enough if he still weren't willing to go find his father, unable and unwilling to face the man.
Long enough to hate him. Not long enough to be able to kill him for abandoning him. Not enough to stop him from replacing him.
Goddamn stupid fucking piece of shit human voice still trapped in his head, beating around the inside of his skull and reminding him that he was built from someone, still had that foundation of someone else he hadn't torn down enough to be by himself and accept he wasn't human. Wasn't anybody's son. Wasn't anybody's husband, or father, or uncle.
He'd given up on holding onto any of that with what happened with Wrath. He just hadn't convinced that stupid piece of his human self to give up on everything before that.
Eighty years hadn't been enough. He couldn't wait until he was old enough for it to have been enough. |
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