@ablinkntime asked: "This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"
AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS
David recoils, like someone has brandished a gun at him. If Clarice was doing that, he could handle it. He wouldn’t even be afraid, but this? Being faced with the consequences of his actions, with the proof of how much damage he can do? This is worse than any threat of physical violence. This is worse than any pain he’s ever felt, and David has felt a lot of pain.
“I-I’m sorry. I did … did … d-didn’t mean to. It wasn’t wh-what I wanted. It wasn’t!” he stammers, words failing him as the panic grips his heart.
He remembers what he did. The timeline changed. Universes written and shattered and rewritten. In theory, David shouldn’t remember that moment when he tried to change everything, but he does. He remembers every timeline, every reality, every story real and unreal, he’s had a hand in. He remembers the timeline Bishop shoved into his mind the day he killed his father, the day he died. He remembers the carnage. The rule of a cruel master. He remembers that he made that possible. That he made a universe destined to die in fire.
David Haller, the God Mutant, curls in on himself and backs up. He hunches, hands rising to his head. Fingers card through his hair, hands gripping and tugging. He tries to breath, to calm down, but it’s not happening. This isn’t fair. Not to Clarice, not to the people who suffered because of his fuck up. It’s not right for him to fall apart like this, to shudder and apologise. He knows it doesn’t do anything, that it can’t help her, but he doesn’t know what to do. He never knew.
He’s always been this broken boy. This useless, fuck up of a thing.
“I just wanted my f-father to love me,” he murmurs, words barely audible.
