"Fine," he growls, the word's venomous twist mangling it into a challenge.
He doesn't look at Jay, deaf to the protests that don't matter. They never mattered. Tim was the one the Rift wanted, the one that always interested it. Him and his little friend. They can have his 'little friend,' as far as he's concerned. They can have it, and him, and maybe then he won't have to worry about hurting anyone ever again. Stupid, selfish Tim - he should've known he's only useful if he's dead, or worse.
'Worse,' it looks like, is just about to happen to him.
It's better this way.
"He doesn't just come out whenever, you know." Tim looks at the cat, uncertainty flickering over his defiant glower for a moment. "How are you gonna - ?"
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He doesn't look at Jay, deaf to the protests that don't matter. They never mattered. Tim was the one the Rift wanted, the one that always interested it. Him and his little friend. They can have his 'little friend,' as far as he's concerned. They can have it, and him, and maybe then he won't have to worry about hurting anyone ever again. Stupid, selfish Tim - he should've known he's only useful if he's dead, or worse.
'Worse,' it looks like, is just about to happen to him.
It's better this way.
"He doesn't just come out whenever, you know." Tim looks at the cat, uncertainty flickering over his defiant glower for a moment. "How are you gonna - ?"
He doesn't know how to finish the question.