Peter ought to have considered rephrasing that because 'half' might have some ugly implications with Jessica (being a clone had to come with some sticky issues), but try telling him anything different. They were both wrecks, tear-stained and deathly pale, stammering lumps in their seats. Anyone passing by might start to weep on impact.
He would much rather be doing this elsewhere. Not where everyone could see. Guilt put every pair of eyes on him when he turned his back, transformed every whisper into poisonous words. Jessica would feel the same way. She was him. If he could drag her off to the bathroom - frick, if they weren't different genders he could have done just that. They could have said all this in peace. Relative peace. Panic was thrumming in his chest all over again.
The ghosts and death combination wasn't completely ruled out with what she said next. Only shuffled alongside a whole new slew of dreadful possibilities. "...You took the drugs?" Blankly, his head shook back and forth. "Jess, why?! Dude, why would you take their drugs? After all that's happened to you?! I thought you said that was the part that scared you!!"
Oh crap, oh god this was bad. Literally anything was possible now. Sure, she was seeing ghosts. But was that the end of the effect, or just the beginning? Peter did not trust Landel - or Aguilar - to keep it simple when it came to patient torture time. Just look at the elaborate set up in the basement. He winced ferociously and cleared his head with another shake, squeezing her wrists anew to let her know he was still holding on. Maybe to prompt her to squeeze back. "Listen - has there been anything else? These things...It's usually not just one thing, Jess. They've done so many crazy things here. You cannot trust anything they give you. Anything they tell you. Nothing."
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Peter ought to have considered rephrasing that because 'half' might have some ugly implications with Jessica (being a clone had to come with some sticky issues), but try telling him anything different. They were both wrecks, tear-stained and deathly pale, stammering lumps in their seats. Anyone passing by might start to weep on impact.
He would much rather be doing this elsewhere. Not where everyone could see. Guilt put every pair of eyes on him when he turned his back, transformed every whisper into poisonous words. Jessica would feel the same way. She was him. If he could drag her off to the bathroom - frick, if they weren't different genders he could have done just that. They could have said all this in peace. Relative peace. Panic was thrumming in his chest all over again.
The ghosts and death combination wasn't completely ruled out with what she said next. Only shuffled alongside a whole new slew of dreadful possibilities. "...You took the drugs?" Blankly, his head shook back and forth. "Jess, why?! Dude, why would you take their drugs? After all that's happened to you?! I thought you said that was the part that scared you!!"
Oh crap, oh god this was bad. Literally anything was possible now. Sure, she was seeing ghosts. But was that the end of the effect, or just the beginning? Peter did not trust Landel - or Aguilar - to keep it simple when it came to patient torture time. Just look at the elaborate set up in the basement. He winced ferociously and cleared his head with another shake, squeezing her wrists anew to let her know he was still holding on. Maybe to prompt her to squeeze back. "Listen - has there been anything else? These things...It's usually not just one thing, Jess. They've done so many crazy things here. You cannot trust anything they give you. Anything they tell you. Nothing."