[ It takes a while for Qubit to respond. When he does, his voice comes out husky and dry, barely above a whisper. ]
... Our true nature?
[ Is that his true nature, then? Is that the man Qubit really is?
Then... he was right after all. It confirms all his worst fears on the matter. The evidence only suggested it before; now it's incontrovertible. It's all been an act, a pretense. He's been faking this entire time. This, just now, is the ugly truth of him. Unstable. Explosive. Violent. The kind of man who raises more than his voice in anger. The kind who lashes out without a second thought, even at his closest, truest friend.
Why in the world would Carlisle call him a good man? Was he mistaken? Was it wishful thinking? Or ... was he deceived?
Qubit drags his hands down his face partway, stopping just below his eyes. They're anguished and watering, and fixed on the floor around Carlisle's boots. ]
no subject
... Our true nature?
[ Is that his true nature, then? Is that the man Qubit really is?
Then... he was right after all. It confirms all his worst fears on the matter. The evidence only suggested it before; now it's incontrovertible. It's all been an act, a pretense. He's been faking this entire time. This, just now, is the ugly truth of him. Unstable. Explosive. Violent. The kind of man who raises more than his voice in anger. The kind who lashes out without a second thought, even at his closest, truest friend.
Why in the world would Carlisle call him a good man? Was he mistaken? Was it wishful thinking? Or ... was he deceived?
Qubit drags his hands down his face partway, stopping just below his eyes. They're anguished and watering, and fixed on the floor around Carlisle's boots. ]
I shouldn't have come.