[She recoils when he answers to that name, eyes darting left and right as she tries to figure out a way past him, a way to get back to the meeting table and grab her shotgun and--
And what? Shoot him? Shoot Tom?
After everything that's happened, everything he's done, it's probably just desserts, but everything is happening too fast to process, and the last five minutes don't wipe away the last six months. Maybe they will, given the time to sink in, but at the moment it doesn't quite register-- her brain can't make sense of the fact that her Tom and this beast in front of her are the same.
That he's a liar and a monster and dangerous and not the mild-mannered man she thought he was at all. He's malicious and bloodthirsty and bearing down on her like any other monster, like something she would hunt, except he's human, and that still makes a difference.
She exhales, steadying herself as he advances on her, steeling herself to retaliate, throw him off-kilter if she can.]
How long have you been living in there, huh?
[Was Harry ever a real person? Had Tom been the one to murder all those people in that mine, too? Was Harry just an excuse, some fucked-up imaginary friend so he could deflect blame for the shit he'd done?
Tom's future self had known about all of this. He had come back and lied to her. Told her to stay out of it so that-- what? So he could get away with it? Did he really not think that she would try to stop him as soon as she realized what was going on?]
Have you just been waiting for this? Since day one, since the tunnels?
[Since she'd found him and helped him? God. Was anything that had ever taken place between her and Tom real at all?]
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And what? Shoot him? Shoot Tom?
After everything that's happened, everything he's done, it's probably just desserts, but everything is happening too fast to process, and the last five minutes don't wipe away the last six months. Maybe they will, given the time to sink in, but at the moment it doesn't quite register-- her brain can't make sense of the fact that her Tom and this beast in front of her are the same.
That he's a liar and a monster and dangerous and not the mild-mannered man she thought he was at all. He's malicious and bloodthirsty and bearing down on her like any other monster, like something she would hunt, except he's human, and that still makes a difference.
She exhales, steadying herself as he advances on her, steeling herself to retaliate, throw him off-kilter if she can.]
How long have you been living in there, huh?
[Was Harry ever a real person? Had Tom been the one to murder all those people in that mine, too? Was Harry just an excuse, some fucked-up imaginary friend so he could deflect blame for the shit he'd done?
Tom's future self had known about all of this. He had come back and lied to her. Told her to stay out of it so that-- what? So he could get away with it? Did he really not think that she would try to stop him as soon as she realized what was going on?]
Have you just been waiting for this? Since day one, since the tunnels?
[Since she'd found him and helped him? God. Was anything that had ever taken place between her and Tom real at all?]