The words fill him with dread, and he sets his jaw, frowning at the floor.]
I figured you might.
[And he hates it. Hates the memory that is dredged up of it happening to him. Hates the guilt and the relief he feels when this time, it is not him.
Hates that he feels like an accomplice in all this. No, not feel. He is one, no matter how good his intentions. Would he have kept the secret for anyone else? Carter doubts it.
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The words fill him with dread, and he sets his jaw, frowning at the floor.]
I figured you might.
[And he hates it. Hates the memory that is dredged up of it happening to him. Hates the guilt and the relief he feels when this time, it is not him.
Hates that he feels like an accomplice in all this. No, not feel. He is one, no matter how good his intentions. Would he have kept the secret for anyone else? Carter doubts it.
They're all hypocrites here.]
So your condition is... unchanged.