“ I wish they didn’t do that, I really do. I’m trying to calm people down, but they’re so on edge, Ry,” she said calmly. Ginny turned and stared right at him, “But you don’t have to accept it, you shouldn’t have to accept it. You don’t have to live like this.” She cautiously accepted his jacket, “Are you sure? Aren’t you cold?”
‘ i know, gin, i know, but we’ve just -- gotta be content with the fact wishin’ doesn’t work in the real world. they’re on edge ‘cause of our parents, ‘cause we’re inherently EVIL -- i get that, i guess, ’ he shrugs, twiddling with his fingers, patterns traced into the snow covering the bench he’s sitting on. ‘ what am i gonna do? i’m a seventeen year old VILLAIN who’s got an anger problem. who the hell in auradon is EVER going to care about me? ’ he’s trying not to let e v e r y t h i n g pour out, but it’s hard. gin makes talking seem so easy. like BREATHING. ‘ nah. i’ll be fine. built in heater, remember? ’ and a small flame erupts in his hand.
