What's there to say? I'm obviously not doing this right. Or not doing something right. Even now I'm corrupting more and more.
[Why does that hurt so much to say? Emotion prickles up. This should be the same as talking about having a cold or breaking your leg, right? It's a treatable illness. But saying it out loud, identifying and admitting that's what's happening even though it's obvious... it tastes like poison on his tongue.]
I don't even know what's wrong with me. We just figured out my powers! I should be better!
[A hard breath. There are phantoms in this fog. Every whisper of self doubt and anxiety that have been stacking in Min-Gi's throat since he washed up.]
I don't- I don't think I'm cut out to do this, Ryan. I'm not strong enough. There's no end goal, here, this is just what life is now. I don't know how to handle that.
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What's there to say? I'm obviously not doing this right. Or not doing something right. Even now I'm corrupting more and more.
[Why does that hurt so much to say? Emotion prickles up. This should be the same as talking about having a cold or breaking your leg, right? It's a treatable illness. But saying it out loud, identifying and admitting that's what's happening even though it's obvious... it tastes like poison on his tongue.]
I don't even know what's wrong with me. We just figured out my powers! I should be better!
[A hard breath. There are phantoms in this fog. Every whisper of self doubt and anxiety that have been stacking in Min-Gi's throat since he washed up.]
I don't- I don't think I'm cut out to do this, Ryan. I'm not strong enough. There's no end goal, here, this is just what life is now. I don't know how to handle that.