[A smile that's more a grimace. He turns his head back toward the book. It doesn't really matter, because it's not like he can see Eugene anyway. But it's the body language of habit, turning aside because he doesn't really want to answer the question.
He is silent for a long moment, trying to decide how he ought to answer the question, if at all. Slowly, he draws a rune on the margin of the page with the tip of his finger.
The problem is, of course, he does care what Eugene thinks. And shouldn't. It's a sign that something has gone very wrong within him, it seems. Something that will only hurt Rogue. So he ought to take these opportunities to give Eugene the sharp side of his tongue, to drive him off and try to excise at least part of this problem.
Maybe it would be easier to do if he wasn't blind and simultaneously fighting the urge to try to find the man's hand so he knows he won't fall off the world and into the void again. Or maybe it wouldn't, because he'd be able to see his eyes, far too like the eyes of someone who never even existed.]
I shouldn't even be here. [He doesn't quite realize he's giving voice to the thought, no matter how softly, until it's too late.
But that's a better line of thought than what he struggled with before.]
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He is silent for a long moment, trying to decide how he ought to answer the question, if at all. Slowly, he draws a rune on the margin of the page with the tip of his finger.
The problem is, of course, he does care what Eugene thinks. And shouldn't. It's a sign that something has gone very wrong within him, it seems. Something that will only hurt Rogue. So he ought to take these opportunities to give Eugene the sharp side of his tongue, to drive him off and try to excise at least part of this problem.
Maybe it would be easier to do if he wasn't blind and simultaneously fighting the urge to try to find the man's hand so he knows he won't fall off the world and into the void again. Or maybe it wouldn't, because he'd be able to see his eyes, far too like the eyes of someone who never even existed.]
I shouldn't even be here. [He doesn't quite realize he's giving voice to the thought, no matter how softly, until it's too late.
But that's a better line of thought than what he struggled with before.]
It's too quiet. In my house.