[There's a pause, then, as Koby puts the pieces together -- hurt people, not herself, the timing of it all, Tim's cageyness, his refusal to explain his injuries. The alteration of Hawk, after his death. Pieces, clues, forming a picture that he doesn't like at all, not one bit.]
You've been back. It was you. Tim didn't tell me. Nobody did.
[Absurd, insane, beneath it: why not, why not, I could've helped, I could've been useful, why wasn't it my veins you opened, why wasn't it me. Koby shuts the thoughts away, reminds them with teeth, with steel: you aren't her son, she owes you nothing, especially not her pain.]
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[There's a pause, then, as Koby puts the pieces together -- hurt people, not herself, the timing of it all, Tim's cageyness, his refusal to explain his injuries. The alteration of Hawk, after his death. Pieces, clues, forming a picture that he doesn't like at all, not one bit.]
You've been back. It was you.
Tim didn't tell me. Nobody did.
[Absurd, insane, beneath it: why not, why not, I could've helped, I could've been useful, why wasn't it my veins you opened, why wasn't it me. Koby shuts the thoughts away, reminds them with teeth, with steel: you aren't her son, she owes you nothing, especially not her pain.]
You're all right now, then?