“Steven?” he asked. Raw hatred boiled up inside Shadow Stalker, for both Regent and the man that couldn’t be seen in the picture.
Oh.
“Steven. So what did he do do you? Believe me, I’ve seen it all. Hit you? Touch you?”
No reaction from either of those. Verbal abuse? Emotional? Something else? He didn’t care enough to quiz her more.
Fair enough.
In any case, it’s clear that Sophia doesn’t like him.
He grabbed the lighter from beside the scented candles and began pulling the photos off of the wall. Using the lighter, he burned a hole in the photograph where Emma’s face was.
Ouch.
Picture of the burnt pictures with the smartphone, send to Emma?
“Well,” he said, his tone dry. He had to cough to keep himself from letting her anger turn his voice into a growl. “You sure rose above that shit, treating your classmates like you do, getting in fights, not helping out dear old mom.”
“You deserve every bit of what I did to you today.”
Again, he had to struggle to maintain control as she exploded with emotion. It didn’t help that his other self was trying to listen to what Coil was saying. Better to avoid testing her.
Hm. I wonder if learning of the impending purge of the Earth is going to pull his attention away from Shadow Stalker.
“You and I are more alike than you’d suspect, I think,” he said. “We’re both arrogant assholes, yeah? Difference is, I admit it, I don’t dress it up and tell myself that I’m a bitch and that that’s a good thing.” He burned Emma’s face out of another photo.
Heh.
“So, let’s tie all this shit together. I have been working with a goal in mind, believe me.”
So far, it’s seemed to be “fuck shit up for Sophia”, but I guess he had more in mind.
He got a piece of paper out of the printer, then found a pen in one of the drawers. He was careful to rely on her muscle memory when it came to the handwriting.
So he’s got cords.
And now he’s writing a note.
Is he going to start writing about why Sophia committed suicide?
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