[Oh great. More secrets. But if it's not related to Mysterio, Steven doubts it's an 'I killed even more people' sort of secret. He'll let it slip.]
It's not a quid-pro-quo thing. I meant to tell you sooner, I just didn't know how. It's uh... [His voice reaches a soft little high note, as it often does when he's nervous.] God, this is gonna weird you out, I reckon.
[Because he knows exactly who caused that last death Quentin suffered. Dr. Osborn broadcast that for everyone in Ryslig to hear. It's for the same reason he didn't tell Peter. He's already said that Marc is harmless, but negative associations are bound to happen. So he breathes a deep sigh, hangs his head back for a second and finally runs both his hands over his face. Here goes nothing, and it's all coming out in an uncomfortable ramble.]
The reason Marc and me look alike is because back home, we share the same body. That's how it's always been. I dunno why the Fog decided we'd be better off having our own, but. Uh. Yep. That sleeping disorder that I thought I had? That was just Marc stretching his legs and doing his own things at night. Can't even say I blame him. Having to watch from the inside gets tedious fast. But now the body's all mine and that's even worse, somehow. Feels lonely. Barking, right?
[The softest little chuckle escapes him; something strained and weak. He throws another sideways glance Quentin's way, bracing himself for something like horror or disgust, or confirmation that he's crazy.]
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It's not a quid-pro-quo thing. I meant to tell you sooner, I just didn't know how. It's uh... [His voice reaches a soft little high note, as it often does when he's nervous.] God, this is gonna weird you out, I reckon.
[Because he knows exactly who caused that last death Quentin suffered. Dr. Osborn broadcast that for everyone in Ryslig to hear. It's for the same reason he didn't tell Peter. He's already said that Marc is harmless, but negative associations are bound to happen. So he breathes a deep sigh, hangs his head back for a second and finally runs both his hands over his face. Here goes nothing, and it's all coming out in an uncomfortable ramble.]
The reason Marc and me look alike is because back home, we share the same body. That's how it's always been. I dunno why the Fog decided we'd be better off having our own, but. Uh. Yep. That sleeping disorder that I thought I had? That was just Marc stretching his legs and doing his own things at night. Can't even say I blame him. Having to watch from the inside gets tedious fast. But now the body's all mine and that's even worse, somehow. Feels lonely. Barking, right?
[The softest little chuckle escapes him; something strained and weak. He throws another sideways glance Quentin's way, bracing himself for something like horror or disgust, or confirmation that he's crazy.]