[ The amount of time he takes to answer is pretty much a resounding no. Dom looks at Neon, close and open in his body language - intimate, almost, the way a grown up tries to connect with someone younger and troubled - considers lying to appease him and end the difficult conversation, then stays quiet for a while longer. Then he starts fidgeting, eyes on his hands so they don't have to be on the older man, as Dee's tail flicks up and down at the tip. ]
He's not the only one.
[ Dom's guilt was loud in Melissa's punch, loud in Misty's accusations in his phone. He could sense their frustration within the anger, he knew that he'd betrayed his best friend's trust by killing someone dear to her, but he doesn't remember even thinking about that. He just remembers thinking Nat was pretty enough to be given a quick death and a ritualistic decapitation. He was upset at her for setting the manor-heart on fire, yes, but it wasn't revenge that fueled him.
He doesn't know what it was. Maybe he was never meant to understand the forces that took him over and threw all the effort and strife his mothers went through away. ]
Listen, I know I'm guilty, okay? My hands did it. Not the Shepherd's. Those people died because I— [ It hurts to say it, it hurts his throat as it comes out, ] I'm the one who chose them. I should've been sent to the cages and I was too scared to face it. I was a coward, and I let people lie to protect me. That's it.
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He's not the only one.
[ Dom's guilt was loud in Melissa's punch, loud in Misty's accusations in his phone. He could sense their frustration within the anger, he knew that he'd betrayed his best friend's trust by killing someone dear to her, but he doesn't remember even thinking about that. He just remembers thinking Nat was pretty enough to be given a quick death and a ritualistic decapitation. He was upset at her for setting the manor-heart on fire, yes, but it wasn't revenge that fueled him.
He doesn't know what it was. Maybe he was never meant to understand the forces that took him over and threw all the effort and strife his mothers went through away. ]
Listen, I know I'm guilty, okay? My hands did it. Not the Shepherd's. Those people died because I— [ It hurts to say it, it hurts his throat as it comes out, ] I'm the one who chose them. I should've been sent to the cages and I was too scared to face it. I was a coward, and I let people lie to protect me. That's it.