[it is. Perhaps he should have confessed to Trauma at some point that it had gotten worse... that he was SEEING the man now, not just hearing him. Then again... he was sure he was thought of as crazy as it was. he didn't want to add to it, but times like these it was hard not to act insane.]
[After all, Coheed was standing right there, staring at him, explaining to him what was going on. It was the Crowing. It was what he was. He can't fight it. He has to go back home and use that to their advantage. Figure it out now so he's ready for it then.]
[He realized Trauma was telling him it was okay. but he shook his head, trying to ignore his father talking to him. God he hated that man in the past few years...]
No, its NOT okay! [he was focused on Trauma now, both hands came up to wrap around the others wrists as his hands rested on his shoulders, not letting him run. Dio held on to him, fingers tight but not painful.]
It's not okay, Ter. It's not. It's gotten worse and now it seems to be going farther! You don't got some ghost of your father popping up in front of you telling you what a freak you are. It's not just a voice anymore. It's a full ghosting figure of his god damn ugly self. Standing there, right there telling me shit I don't want to hear.
It's the Crowing, he says, and either I got some fucked up powers or I'm fucking insane and I don't want to deal with it but I did do something to you and that's fucked up! And---No! Go the hell away! I don't want to deal with you anymore!
[Yeah, when he's older, alone forever, he slips into talking to the figure like this, often, and easy. He's young now, and already doing it, but only when he was angry.--Thankfully though, as he glanced off at the Father again, he was gone, leaving Terry and Dio alone for a moment.]
[Leaving Dio suddenly very tired, hand moving from a wrist to cover his own face, looking down] Fuck...
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[After all, Coheed was standing right there, staring at him, explaining to him what was going on. It was the Crowing. It was what he was. He can't fight it. He has to go back home and use that to their advantage. Figure it out now so he's ready for it then.]
[He realized Trauma was telling him it was okay. but he shook his head, trying to ignore his father talking to him. God he hated that man in the past few years...]
No, its NOT okay! [he was focused on Trauma now, both hands came up to wrap around the others wrists as his hands rested on his shoulders, not letting him run. Dio held on to him, fingers tight but not painful.]
It's not okay, Ter. It's not. It's gotten worse and now it seems to be going farther! You don't got some ghost of your father popping up in front of you telling you what a freak you are. It's not just a voice anymore. It's a full ghosting figure of his god damn ugly self. Standing there, right there telling me shit I don't want to hear.
It's the Crowing, he says, and either I got some fucked up powers or I'm fucking insane and I don't want to deal with it but I did do something to you and that's fucked up! And---No! Go the hell away! I don't want to deal with you anymore!
[Yeah, when he's older, alone forever, he slips into talking to the figure like this, often, and easy. He's young now, and already doing it, but only when he was angry.--Thankfully though, as he glanced off at the Father again, he was gone, leaving Terry and Dio alone for a moment.]
[Leaving Dio suddenly very tired, hand moving from a wrist to cover his own face, looking down] Fuck...