[Who were these sons of bitches who could do this to an innocent boy? Why did they seem to be everywhere, as if pulled to Ash by gravity? What world had Max slipped into where such things could happen with no consequences? All the ideals of justice and equality now seemed like cruel jokes, and himself one of the jesters telling it, telling Ash he could have a normal life. What the hell had he known? If he hadn't insisted it were possible, when he should've had the doubts he harbored now, back then, when he should've trusted Ash to know Ash's world, Ash's life, Ash's reality better than himself--when he should have known Ash was always smarter than himself, always right, what was he even bringing to the table?
A familiar rage started building. Those "anger issues." Too incompetent to actually make anything of them, helping make them forgivable in Ash's eyes.
With his back turned, Ash can't see his reactions, either.]
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A familiar rage started building. Those "anger issues." Too incompetent to actually make anything of them, helping make them forgivable in Ash's eyes.
With his back turned, Ash can't see his reactions, either.]