"No. Not a demon. Not an abomination. Just... me." Cole. Compassion. And flickers of other memories and moments.
"It's not like that for me," Cole suddenly says. "If I don't help, I'm not me. I have to help, if I can. I don't know that I can, but I have to try." The obligation exists, not because of Ben, but because of Cole himself. "Hard isn't a good reason to not try. The right thing is often hard, but that shouldn't stop me."
He's faced harder.
Ben's hands are warm.
He looks at his own hand, so pale and fragile looking in Ben's, even though they both know it isn't. He doesn't hold back, because he's not sure how, but there's warmth and gratitude in his eyes when he looks up to Ben's face.
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"It's not like that for me," Cole suddenly says. "If I don't help, I'm not me. I have to help, if I can. I don't know that I can, but I have to try." The obligation exists, not because of Ben, but because of Cole himself. "Hard isn't a good reason to not try. The right thing is often hard, but that shouldn't stop me."
He's faced harder.
Ben's hands are warm.
He looks at his own hand, so pale and fragile looking in Ben's, even though they both know it isn't. He doesn't hold back, because he's not sure how, but there's warmth and gratitude in his eyes when he looks up to Ben's face.