[It's difficult to imagine that Andyr ever had a family, given the pieces he knows of Andyr's history. It means too much went wrong, and too much got torn apart, and it's even more painful than imagining that Andyr was created in a lab somewhere. Ronan hums softly in response, and then the attention's turned to his wrist.
This, too, is difficult.]
It's nothing.
[Or maybe it is. It feels foolish to talk about. All he can remember is waking up in the hospital and having to try to explain it to Gansey, to the doctors, to the psychiatrists.]
My dad was murdered. I found the body. A few weeks after that, I tried to kill myself.
[Not the way most people assumed, but the end result was the same. He's realized now what it all meant, the self-loathing that manifested through his nightmares. How harmless they became once he stopped longing for death, in the months before the demon corrupted him again.]
My wrists were wrapped up for a while, so I started wearing the leather over them and just... kept wearing them after I got better. I guess I just like playing with them.
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This, too, is difficult.]
It's nothing.
[Or maybe it is. It feels foolish to talk about. All he can remember is waking up in the hospital and having to try to explain it to Gansey, to the doctors, to the psychiatrists.]
My dad was murdered. I found the body. A few weeks after that, I tried to kill myself.
[Not the way most people assumed, but the end result was the same. He's realized now what it all meant, the self-loathing that manifested through his nightmares. How harmless they became once he stopped longing for death, in the months before the demon corrupted him again.]
My wrists were wrapped up for a while, so I started wearing the leather over them and just... kept wearing them after I got better. I guess I just like playing with them.