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At Caleb's answer to his question he glances around. Chase hated this place, actually. A big reason for him to hate it was that he grew up in relative squander compared to the other sons fancy filled childhoods. They probably had everything they wanted at the simplest of request with the wealth they had. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he frowned "Pretty big for just two people, don't you think..." He turned his head sharply away. For Chase, he felt that his family had also deserved such riches. Turning his attention back to the other a moment later however he eyed their hair before scrunching one side of his nose toward Caleb. Listening to what Caleb had to say he let out a breath "Connected, how?"
He got the feeling that Pogue had more of an awareness than the others. That had been easy to tell when Pogue was so easily suspicious of him to begin with. Chase sighed however, thinking about this 'line' Caleb was talking about "Sure it's not something more than that? I used on Pogue, didn't leave any line in him to me..." He tapped a finger to the top of his head "My hair isn't turning white either." Chase laughed then and tossed his head lightly "You don't even want to know how much I used. Even now, I am using. Subtly." He informed raising his eyebrows. Of course, right at that moment he was abating some of the pain and paralyzed from his injuries with The Power, instead of anything else.
Watching Caleb close the door, he felt like a caged animal for a moment, squirming slightly in his seat "Mhm?" He added for Caleb to continue "Good. Glad I came along and helped him rush that process along. You know, if it makes you feel any better. I'm an orphan. My parents also died recently, three of them. My adoptive parents, and my real father." Chase laughed a bit, before leaning toward Caleb "My eighteenth birthday was...what can I say, a blast. Your Coven can be thanked for that." He dropped back down, coughing a little bit "If it makes you feel better...I don't hate you guys either..."
He mostly hated what their ancestors had long done to his own "Even the pain I am in from our fight, is nothing compared to the Damage I have from being alone, all that time, using...all alone..." He coughed again, moving a hand to his mouth, covering his mouth with his sleeve "You think I wanted it like this this? I didn’t have a choice, did I...It was driving me crazy, the cravings to use. You don’t understand the hunger. No. Not at all. The barest sliver of it is all you have ever tasted. But for me...It was so easy to get addicted. I wasn’t an outcast, I was in control. Everything, at my fingertips. I was just a kid, too, you know...I didn’t ask for it to be this way. But still, I had to suffer, for the sins of another..."
Thinking for a moment he disassociated briefly, continuing “I wake up every day, and I crave it...and it hurts...and it doesn’t stop hurting. I need to use, more and more, and it starts to fade, for a little bit....then...I start the day all over again...and I need to use more that day...and It’s not so easy, you know. To just quit. It’s not a drug. It cannot be taken away... It’s there forever...and if I ignore it? If I ignore it...it’s much worse...so much worse, and it hurts, so much worse. Then I get this voice, in my head, taunting me....telling me just to use a little more...a little bit. And I’m alone...I’m alone, with this voice...and it never stops.”
His breath hitching, then picking up in speed he taps a finger to a temple, shaking his head as he turns to look down “And then...they just look at you...they look at you and they think...’Oh, well isn’t he weird. We have to avoid him’ and so I have no friends. And I am alone. And you..a..and you...you guys are over here...and your fucking mansions, with your...y-your friendship...your brotherhood...And I am out there. Living this life, every god damn day. Everygoddamnday! An-and y-you, you know...you know... For years. For years. I am alone with this. What was I supposed to do? And right now. You are looking at me, the way everyone’s looked at me since I was thirteen god damn years old. And ...their afraid! And...no one understands! Because I am alone. And your families put me here! How was I supposed to deal with all that? And not see what you all got, and I did not...How was I supposed to be...Like any of you...When I am not...I am not.”
