Richie didn't think she'd want him to hover around or linger or anything like that. He was just gonna make sure she got back to her room and had what she needed before she bailed.
Except for instead of sitting down or something, she turns toward him and drops what's essentially a verbal bomb on him.
He does get it, at least somewhat. But Richie has never really had to kill anyone he loved. That's an emotion that he's barely familiar with, and he certainly didn't love his father when he set him aflame.
"It doesn't sound like you're usually given much choice."
It might not be the appropriate response, but he's not sure there really is one. Killing someone brings with it a certain amount of finality. You can't go back and you can't fix it, and sometimes you want to and sometimes you don't. Either way, it happened and it can leave a sucking hole in your chest the size of the one you left in someone else.
Until you do it enough that that doesn't happen anymore. For Richie, it didn't take long. But he wasn't a pre-teen the second time it happened.
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Except for instead of sitting down or something, she turns toward him and drops what's essentially a verbal bomb on him.
He does get it, at least somewhat. But Richie has never really had to kill anyone he loved. That's an emotion that he's barely familiar with, and he certainly didn't love his father when he set him aflame.
"It doesn't sound like you're usually given much choice."
It might not be the appropriate response, but he's not sure there really is one. Killing someone brings with it a certain amount of finality. You can't go back and you can't fix it, and sometimes you want to and sometimes you don't. Either way, it happened and it can leave a sucking hole in your chest the size of the one you left in someone else.
Until you do it enough that that doesn't happen anymore. For Richie, it didn't take long. But he wasn't a pre-teen the second time it happened.