"Help?" Delta asks, his voice soft, and oh so hurt. Broken. Tired. Betrayed.
"You want to help me? You're just like the man who is bringing my brother into this. I can no more turn to you than I could have turned to him. God, why did you..."
He shakes his head. What is the point of speech, actually? It doesn't matter where he looks, all he finds is betrayal. Maine. Omega. Now York.
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Date: 2015-09-08 11:05 pm (UTC)"You want to help me? You're just like the man who is bringing my brother into this. I can no more turn to you than I could have turned to him. God, why did you..."
He shakes his head. What is the point of speech, actually? It doesn't matter where he looks, all he finds is betrayal. Maine. Omega. Now York.
"I have to go."