When Claude came up next to him, Guy almost wanted to push him away. He didn't want him to hear whatever the thing was going to say, and yet he'd already figured out that they couldn't run away from these imitations. He glanced back just for a second, nodding. "I know, but..."
"So you aren't going to run this time?" the shadow cut in, hands on its hips. Guy glanced back at it and noticed that bits of darkness would float off of it in wisps, as if it wasn't already obvious enough that it wasn't a normal human. And as it started to pace, the darkness would linger in its footsteps.
"I'm surprised. You're usually so good at acting like you aren't at fault."
"No," Guy said, shaking his head. He had never claimed that the things he'd done had been caused by someone else. He could have blamed Van for coaxing his anger, for encouraging him to infiltrate the Fabre mansion with him. But he wouldn't, not even now, when Van's true nature had come to light. "I've never done that."
"But you do hide it from people. How is that fair, Guy, to make someone think they're your friend when they don't even know the whole story? Claude doesn't know how good of a friend you were to Luke, does he? If good means bad, that is!" The shadow scoffed and shook its head.
Thus far, it was being just vague enough that Claude wouldn't be able to put the pieces together, but he didn't know how much longer that would last. Clenching his jaw, he glared at the being. "What the hell is the point of this, anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious?" it replied with a shrug. "Just like that woman said. You've got to face the things that you never want to see or even acknowledge. In your case, so that you can't keep on tricking people about who you really are."
Guy wanted to retaliate, but he didn't know what he could say that wouldn't just come off as defensive. He bit his tongue, already knowing that this was a losing battle. Maybe if he stopped responding the shadow would stop giving out information.
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"So you aren't going to run this time?" the shadow cut in, hands on its hips. Guy glanced back at it and noticed that bits of darkness would float off of it in wisps, as if it wasn't already obvious enough that it wasn't a normal human. And as it started to pace, the darkness would linger in its footsteps.
"I'm surprised. You're usually so good at acting like you aren't at fault."
"No," Guy said, shaking his head. He had never claimed that the things he'd done had been caused by someone else. He could have blamed Van for coaxing his anger, for encouraging him to infiltrate the Fabre mansion with him. But he wouldn't, not even now, when Van's true nature had come to light. "I've never done that."
"But you do hide it from people. How is that fair, Guy, to make someone think they're your friend when they don't even know the whole story? Claude doesn't know how good of a friend you were to Luke, does he? If good means bad, that is!" The shadow scoffed and shook its head.
Thus far, it was being just vague enough that Claude wouldn't be able to put the pieces together, but he didn't know how much longer that would last. Clenching his jaw, he glared at the being. "What the hell is the point of this, anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious?" it replied with a shrug. "Just like that woman said. You've got to face the things that you never want to see or even acknowledge. In your case, so that you can't keep on tricking people about who you really are."
Guy wanted to retaliate, but he didn't know what he could say that wouldn't just come off as defensive. He bit his tongue, already knowing that this was a losing battle. Maybe if he stopped responding the shadow would stop giving out information.