Then father had gone back into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
I hope you have nightmares.
You probably won’t, though.
It had been around summer when that happened, Alec mused. He didn’t have many ways to tell time, back then, since he hadn’t gone to school, and the days kind of passed. Still, it had been hot, he remembered. Between that summer and Christmas, Alec hadn’t opened his mouth to speak once.
Eesh.
That was only one of a dozen or so experiences that came to mind. So yeah, maybe father had broken something in the process.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe it had been the emotional equivalent of staring into the sun for far too long, too many times, being left almost half blind.
That’s a good analogy, especially given that the result seems to have been Regent becoming emotionally stunted/detached.
I guess that might be why he craves the sensation of the emotions running through other bodies. Hell, maybe that’s why he ended up with this power in the first place.
Or maybe it was his own power. He could be two, three or four people at the same time, feeling what they felt. By the time he was a teenager, he’d experienced every kind of drug, in someone else’s body, had slept with himself as various boys and girls.
Well, that gives us a pretty good idea of what Regent would say to “would you fuck your clone”. Though it’s not quite the same, since a couple of the hurdles with that go away when the bodies are neither your own nor the same sex.
How was being just ordinary Alec supposed to compare?
Emotional abstinence.
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