Luke got as close as he ever could to telling someone about the magnitude of what he'd done; all those lives lost, the fact that that's what he was made to do, and he was sure, so sure that that's what would make Lloyd think that he's no better than some machine made purely to kill.
But he's still pushing, still saying that he's a human when Luke knows he's far from that. He's never opened up this much; never had the time, never had the courage, never had the opportunity. Now here he is practically digging his nails into his arm and hearing this person who he'd only recently become friends with (friends, really, how) tell him that it's not his fault.
...
All that time...
No one told him that being born to be an unwilling weapon wasn't his fault.
Luke doesn't really remember how it happened. One minute he's still looking away and trying to stop his lips from twitching, and the next, he's got his face against Lloyd's shoulder, the hand gripping his own arm so tightly now holding onto the brunet's instead. It's the only thing he does, not even really a hug. Just a clutch. Like he's breaking apart like the useless doll that he is under the pressure of all the guilt and horror and lies and betrayal and the person in front of him is the one thing that's keeping him together at the moment.
This person who thinks that a copy made to be a weapon and led into killing so many others can even be capable of being a human being.]
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Luke got as close as he ever could to telling someone about the magnitude of what he'd done; all those lives lost, the fact that that's what he was made to do, and he was sure, so sure that that's what would make Lloyd think that he's no better than some machine made purely to kill.
But he's still pushing, still saying that he's a human when Luke knows he's far from that. He's never opened up this much; never had the time, never had the courage, never had the opportunity. Now here he is practically digging his nails into his arm and hearing this person who he'd only recently become friends with (friends, really, how) tell him that it's not his fault.
...
All that time...
No one told him that being born to be an unwilling weapon wasn't his fault.
Luke doesn't really remember how it happened. One minute he's still looking away and trying to stop his lips from twitching, and the next, he's got his face against Lloyd's shoulder, the hand gripping his own arm so tightly now holding onto the brunet's instead. It's the only thing he does, not even really a hug. Just a clutch. Like he's breaking apart like the useless doll that he is under the pressure of all the guilt and horror and lies and betrayal and the person in front of him is the one thing that's keeping him together at the moment.
This person who thinks that a copy made to be a weapon and led into killing so many others can even be capable of being a human being.]