[The angry response is not entirely unexpected. And at least it's something.]
Stalking you, or trying to keep you from falling in with the wrong crowd? The crowd Crayak would want to see you fall into, and fail again and again to get out of the trap you've made for yourself? But no. You're the victim. I'm stalking you, not looking out for you. Everything I do is to hurt you.
[The sarcasm in the last few sentences is so thick it could be cut with a particularly sharp knife.]
I took away your powers because you obviously can't be trusted to use them correctly. You use them to manipulate. To torture. To weasel around and get what you want, working for your benefit alone and fuck everyone else.
And you turned yourself into a rat. That's on you. Been on you for a while. You've been a rat since before they made you into one. Manipulative. Again.
Do you even know what's in your file? If you would have asked me to see it I would have given it to you. Or ask Slade. I gave him his because he asked for it.
[And then, at David's last indignant, whining paragraph, he snaps. And yells.]
Sending you 'home' would be putting you right where that Crayak motherfucker wants you! You don't get it! You just don't get it, do you?! Unless you graduate, you don't get to go home!
[He looks weary then, and sighs, shaking his head. Suddenly he looks his age.]
If I could fix what's already happened in your life, I would. It's shit. It's something nobody should have to go through, let alone a kid who isn't even old enough to learn to drive. But I can't. Can't time-travel, can't read minds, can't predict the future. If I could, I wouldn't be here. Would have stopped a lot of dumb, useless shit right in its tracks. Would have saved a lot of good people. Would have talked myself out of the path I ended up on.
[He shakes his head again, irritated with himself and a little flummoxed that he's been speaking so freely. This is about the most he's said in months.]
But I'm not here to focus on what I can't fix. I'm here to focus on what I can. I'm not trying to...I'm not trying to defeat you. [He runs a hand over his face and through his hair.] But I can't help you if you plain don't want to be helped.
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:10 am (UTC)Stalking you, or trying to keep you from falling in with the wrong crowd? The crowd Crayak would want to see you fall into, and fail again and again to get out of the trap you've made for yourself? But no. You're the victim. I'm stalking you, not looking out for you. Everything I do is to hurt you.
[The sarcasm in the last few sentences is so thick it could be cut with a particularly sharp knife.]
I took away your powers because you obviously can't be trusted to use them correctly. You use them to manipulate. To torture. To weasel around and get what you want, working for your benefit alone and fuck everyone else.
And you turned yourself into a rat. That's on you. Been on you for a while. You've been a rat since before they made you into one. Manipulative. Again.
Do you even know what's in your file? If you would have asked me to see it I would have given it to you. Or ask Slade. I gave him his because he asked for it.
[And then, at David's last indignant, whining paragraph, he snaps. And yells.]
Sending you 'home' would be putting you right where that Crayak motherfucker wants you! You don't get it! You just don't get it, do you?! Unless you graduate, you don't get to go home!
[He looks weary then, and sighs, shaking his head. Suddenly he looks his age.]
If I could fix what's already happened in your life, I would. It's shit. It's something nobody should have to go through, let alone a kid who isn't even old enough to learn to drive. But I can't. Can't time-travel, can't read minds, can't predict the future. If I could, I wouldn't be here. Would have stopped a lot of dumb, useless shit right in its tracks. Would have saved a lot of good people. Would have talked myself out of the path I ended up on.
[He shakes his head again, irritated with himself and a little flummoxed that he's been speaking so freely. This is about the most he's said in months.]
But I'm not here to focus on what I can't fix. I'm here to focus on what I can. I'm not trying to...I'm not trying to defeat you. [He runs a hand over his face and through his hair.] But I can't help you if you plain don't want to be helped.