[ Which is definitely not the same thing as saying it hadn't hurt. But what's a lot of little pain? Ben doesn't get up, but he reaches a hand out as if to halt that half-frantic search that Pratt has begun, looking for some way to help him. ]
We made it out. We're okay.
[ And Ben would have known what Pratt meant even without that very evocative gesture. They were bound to come to this sooner or later, and it's happening right now. He's going to have to explain, and that'll be it. Pratt has just seen him rip a man in half, and once it sinks in that Ben was the one controlling those tentacles, that he's capable of that... well, Ben's pretty sure that's going to be it for any friendship he might have had with Pratt. Which sucks. He's just going to have to keep it together until he's alone and then he can feel miserable about it in peace.
For now, though, the truth. No point in hiding it. ]
Yeah, all of that was coming out of me. Through me, sort of.
[ Ben hangs his head again, hands linked together over the back of his neck. He doesn't want to look at Pratt when he realizes the person he's in this place with is maybe just as scary as the person he'd been running from. He knows it is coming but he can't watch it happen. ]
You've probably met other people here with powers, and... that's mine. Summoning those creatures. I'm sorry, I know I'm- [ He stumbles mid-sentence, course-corrects slightly, the words a touch hollow. ] I know it's hard to look at. And you saw me-
[ Ben exhales, the sound unsteady, and gives his head a little shake. Why remind Pratt? He'd seen what he'd seen. And as soon as he calms down enough he'll understand their past conversations in a different light. He'll realize that Ben isn't someone he wants to be around. ]
I... just want you to know I'm not dangerous. To you.
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[ Which is definitely not the same thing as saying it hadn't hurt. But what's a
lot oflittle pain? Ben doesn't get up, but he reaches a hand out as if to halt that half-frantic search that Pratt has begun, looking for some way to help him. ]We made it out. We're okay.
[ And Ben would have known what Pratt meant even without that very evocative gesture. They were bound to come to this sooner or later, and it's happening right now. He's going to have to explain, and that'll be it. Pratt has just seen him rip a man in half, and once it sinks in that Ben was the one controlling those tentacles, that he's capable of that... well, Ben's pretty sure that's going to be it for any friendship he might have had with Pratt. Which sucks. He's just going to have to keep it together until he's alone and then he can feel miserable about it in peace.
For now, though, the truth. No point in hiding it. ]
Yeah, all of that was coming out of me. Through me, sort of.
[ Ben hangs his head again, hands linked together over the back of his neck. He doesn't want to look at Pratt when he realizes the person he's in this place with is maybe just as scary as the person he'd been running from. He knows it is coming but he can't watch it happen. ]
You've probably met other people here with powers, and... that's mine. Summoning those creatures. I'm sorry, I know I'm- [ He stumbles mid-sentence, course-corrects slightly, the words a touch hollow. ] I know it's hard to look at. And you saw me-
[ Ben exhales, the sound unsteady, and gives his head a little shake. Why remind Pratt? He'd seen what he'd seen. And as soon as he calms down enough he'll understand their past conversations in a different light. He'll realize that Ben isn't someone he wants to be around. ]
I... just want you to know I'm not dangerous. To you.