http://sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sadfreezingbrit_archive 2011-12-08 11:35 pm (UTC)

I--

[ Mental images of his friends. Dead. Or worse.

Something angry twitches somewhere inside, something snidely hissing that Awww, he made fun of you? Clarence MADE FUN OF YOU? Do you know what Clarence normally does to people? I'll give you a hint: It has NOTHING. WHATSOVER. to do with FUN.

He doesn't see the nerve Clarence struck. From his perspective, from the one that stares in horror at his friends (the ones who were killed, killed or worse), Beiste got away with rainbows and a gift basket.

Philip exhales sharply. That doesn't mean she deserved it.
]

I don't remember half of what I said. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know what else I can say.

[ A well-rehearsed lie. Well. The part about his memories anyway. Those are crisp, clear and horrifying as always. ]

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