Won't be long, though. [John says this mater-of-fact, slouching in his seat, reaching into his pocket for his lighter. It gleams in the low-lighting, the comforting snapping of it opening and closing filling the room with its jarring sound. His eyes are steady, lashes lowered in that perpetually bored way of his.
Old man's right, of course. Kevin might not be lost to them yet, not in the way that counts. But he's got to find a way to pledge his loyalty sooner or later. Do something to be accepted into the fold. John feels numb most of the time over this situation, over Kevin. Over this. Killing has never been hard for John. Maybe that makes him a monster. It's only been until recently -- but that's not the point. The point is Kevin craves taking life in a way John can't relate to. Anger has always driven him, always drowned out and trampled whatever compassion he's felt. But Kevin, he's hungry for it. Hungry to be accepted, hungry to learn to control himself. And sooner or later, the Brotherhood will convince him using his powers for their dirty work is the only way to get what he wants.
Maybe John should be worried of that. Instead, he's resigned.]
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Old man's right, of course. Kevin might not be lost to them yet, not in the way that counts. But he's got to find a way to pledge his loyalty sooner or later. Do something to be accepted into the fold. John feels numb most of the time over this situation, over Kevin. Over this. Killing has never been hard for John. Maybe that makes him a monster. It's only been until recently -- but that's not the point. The point is Kevin craves taking life in a way John can't relate to. Anger has always driven him, always drowned out and trampled whatever compassion he's felt. But Kevin, he's hungry for it. Hungry to be accepted, hungry to learn to control himself. And sooner or later, the Brotherhood will convince him using his powers for their dirty work is the only way to get what he wants.
Maybe John should be worried of that. Instead, he's resigned.]