[A chill goes through him as M recites the words that he knows must have come verbatim from the mouth of his doppelganger. That knot in his gut clenches just a little tighter and he tries to think.
Everything that the doppelganger said to Archie took some genuine hurt or anger that he'd stored up and twisted it. This has to be the same. Whatever issues he has regarding M have nothing to do with him wanting to better himself. It's just that...]
I didn't know how to feel at first...about this new you. I was proud-I am proud of you for realizing you needed to make some changes. To be better for yourself. But we'd been apart for so long that at first I didn't know if I recognized you. [He gives a helpless shrug.]
Sometimes you talk about the old you like...you wish he'd never existed. Like you're resentful or you hate that you'd been that guy. But what you never seem to consider is that that's the guy I fell in love with. And sometimes I wonder if you resent that entire part of your life. Including me. I mean, you sure couldn't cut ties quick enough.
[The lingering bitterness is a surprise even for him. He'd thought they'd moved past this. Hashed all this out. But there's always been a lingering doubt in the back of his head that...this could all vanish again one. Poof. And he'd never see it coming. He doesn't have M's foresight about these things.
But he can't keep holding onto bitterness or what-ifs, and he can't pretend that this sense of anticipation hasn't been lingering inside of him since he was a kid. Since his parents abandoned him on his Aunt's doorstep and never looked back.]
But this isn't about you. Not completely. This is about the fact that I'm struggling to move on from things that I can't do anything about. That no one can fix. Something's been broken inside of me since I was a kid.
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Date: 2018-05-19 03:47 am (UTC)Everything that the doppelganger said to Archie took some genuine hurt or anger that he'd stored up and twisted it. This has to be the same. Whatever issues he has regarding M have nothing to do with him wanting to better himself. It's just that...]
I didn't know how to feel at first...about this new you. I was proud-I am proud of you for realizing you needed to make some changes. To be better for yourself. But we'd been apart for so long that at first I didn't know if I recognized you. [He gives a helpless shrug.]
Sometimes you talk about the old you like...you wish he'd never existed. Like you're resentful or you hate that you'd been that guy. But what you never seem to consider is that that's the guy I fell in love with. And sometimes I wonder if you resent that entire part of your life. Including me. I mean, you sure couldn't cut ties quick enough.
[The lingering bitterness is a surprise even for him. He'd thought they'd moved past this. Hashed all this out. But there's always been a lingering doubt in the back of his head that...this could all vanish again one. Poof. And he'd never see it coming. He doesn't have M's foresight about these things.
But he can't keep holding onto bitterness or what-ifs, and he can't pretend that this sense of anticipation hasn't been lingering inside of him since he was a kid. Since his parents abandoned him on his Aunt's doorstep and never looked back.]
But this isn't about you. Not completely. This is about the fact that I'm struggling to move on from things that I can't do anything about. That no one can fix. Something's been broken inside of me since I was a kid.