[What's stopping him. As if the answer to that couldn't be answered a hundred different ways. Is it the magic? The spell he'd cast? The feeling of being lost in his own head for weeks? Of letting the people around him wait and suffer and not know what happened to them?
What about the memory of Teddy being strangled, nearly killed, by the magical construct that he'd created? Is that enough to justify inconveniencing himself by not saying a word that terrifies him?
Something in him snaps, a frustration that's been building within him for, apparently, a long time. Not with Teddy, or even the argument they're having, but with himself. His own weakness. His fear, as Teddy had so rightly put it.]
What's stopping me is the fact that people get hurt when I want something, Teddy!!
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What about the memory of Teddy being strangled, nearly killed, by the magical construct that he'd created? Is that enough to justify inconveniencing himself by not saying a word that terrifies him?
Something in him snaps, a frustration that's been building within him for, apparently, a long time. Not with Teddy, or even the argument they're having, but with himself. His own weakness. His fear, as Teddy had so rightly put it.]
What's stopping me is the fact that people get hurt when I want something, Teddy!!