[He doesn't do video for this conversation. He doesn't want York to see how much trouble he's having trying to stop practically vibrating from anger.]
[It's not just facing Price. He and South going ham on roughing him up a little got some of the anger out of his system. It's laying it all out, including the mention of broken minds, it's the protestations that he was forced to harm them, it's dragging one of the most painful chapters of his life into the public eye.]
I'm behaving, like I promised.
[There is another bang and a light hiss. This time it sounded like metal he punched.]
[Flat.] This is usually the part where I shoot someone, but my options are a little limited right now.
[He has nowhere for the energy to go.]
The closest thing to a family - but he was forced right?
[He is flashing back uncomfortably to being in that little room and hearing that toneless voice probing, asking endless questions about what he's thinking, feeling, poking and prodding at the pain with no intention of alleviating it.]
[A verbal vivisection even as he was drowning in something else's agony. Even as he was trying to pry himself and Epsilon apart by force.]
[Hate was one of the only things that let him keep a wrap on everything he'd learned. Hate that was strong enough to make him fight through it, to try to hold all the pain in long enough to take what he learned and choke the Director and the Counselor with it.]
Do you know how long I had to listen his soulless voice droning on and on, question after question, while I was trying to remember who I even was? "How does it feel, Agent Washington? What do you remember from Epsilon, Agent Washington? How badly does it hurt, Agent Washington?"
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[It's not just facing Price. He and South going ham on roughing him up a little got some of the anger out of his system. It's laying it all out, including the mention of broken minds, it's the protestations that he was forced to harm them, it's dragging one of the most painful chapters of his life into the public eye.]
I'm behaving, like I promised.
[There is another bang and a light hiss. This time it sounded like metal he punched.]
[Flat.] This is usually the part where I shoot someone, but my options are a little limited right now.
[He has nowhere for the energy to go.]
The closest thing to a family - but he was forced right?
[He is flashing back uncomfortably to being in that little room and hearing that toneless voice probing, asking endless questions about what he's thinking, feeling, poking and prodding at the pain with no intention of alleviating it.]
[A verbal vivisection even as he was drowning in something else's agony. Even as he was trying to pry himself and Epsilon apart by force.]
[Hate was one of the only things that let him keep a wrap on everything he'd learned. Hate that was strong enough to make him fight through it, to try to hold all the pain in long enough to take what he learned and choke the Director and the Counselor with it.]
Do you know how long I had to listen his soulless voice droning on and on, question after question, while I was trying to remember who I even was? "How does it feel, Agent Washington? What do you remember from Epsilon, Agent Washington? How badly does it hurt, Agent Washington?"