[Now that it's pointless to struggle, he settles into something altogether more familiar, sitting still for her as she helps him out of his armor and cuts his clothes. He's a good patient, all things considered--that much doesn't seem to have changed, at least now that he's either calmed himself down or decided that it's not worth it to fight back. In all likelihood, he's just tired.
The mask is still on, but he feels her stare pierce right through it, trying to imagine his face with six years and an collapsed building on, wondering what he might be thinking or feeling just as much as he is with her.
Something overt would be easier to deal with. He wants her to hate him because it all feeds into his self-imposed narrative, the one that reminds him of how thoroughly he failed and continues to fail.]
How long have you known?
[Because it's clear now that she's harbored suspicions, at least. 76 has always figured she and the others were trying not to hope, too smart to actually confront him about it. Now all the cards are out on the table, and there's no point hiding anymore.
Do the others know?
She peels his shirt off and discards it, and he watches her hands because it's easier than watching her face. His own hands settle uncomfortably at his sides, clenching the edge of the exam table. No, she's never made him suffer needlessly, but this time he almost wishes she would.]
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The mask is still on, but he feels her stare pierce right through it, trying to imagine his face with six years and an collapsed building on, wondering what he might be thinking or feeling just as much as he is with her.
Something overt would be easier to deal with. He wants her to hate him because it all feeds into his self-imposed narrative, the one that reminds him of how thoroughly he failed and continues to fail.]
How long have you known?
[Because it's clear now that she's harbored suspicions, at least. 76 has always figured she and the others were trying not to hope, too smart to actually confront him about it. Now all the cards are out on the table, and there's no point hiding anymore.
Do the others know?
She peels his shirt off and discards it, and he watches her hands because it's easier than watching her face. His own hands settle uncomfortably at his sides, clenching the edge of the exam table. No, she's never made him suffer needlessly, but this time he almost wishes she would.]