He's relieved he doesn't have to say it, but there's something heavier he needs to say. Some part of him, the part that curls into itself forever on the floor of the London Aquarium in self-loathing, hates that she'll have to carry the weight of this knowledge too.
"When I was five, I had a best friend named Victor. Eurus was jealous that I had a friend and she didn't. And..."
He almost chokes on this part, like it's a lungful of cigarette smoke inhaled too sharply.
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He's relieved he doesn't have to say it, but there's something heavier he needs to say. Some part of him, the part that curls into itself forever on the floor of the London Aquarium in self-loathing, hates that she'll have to carry the weight of this knowledge too.
"When I was five, I had a best friend named Victor. Eurus was jealous that I had a friend and she didn't. And..."
He almost chokes on this part, like it's a lungful of cigarette smoke inhaled too sharply.
"And she drowned him."