[He'd been quietly listening, the heart that had started steady but quickened over the course of his question starting to settle again. It's back down to a familiar rhythm, but it feels like there's something sharp in there, now. Words that went from his ears to his memory, where it became an arrow of feelings and shot down. The softness in his voice could be mistaken as horrified, accusing disbelief, as if he'd misinterpreted anything Héctor had told him before or was on the verge of revealing his guess about this person's identity, until he continues.]
They were, kind of. But they were a person before that. Not like how Raven was. Someone turned them into these...things, and Oscar was out there, too. He couldn't open his eyes or he'd become one, too, but one of them found us. It would have killed him if --
[Same as Héctor, it needed to be done.]
Anyway, I saved him. I could tell he was scared, though. Scared of me. He didn't even know it was someone, I don't think, he just realized his fun werewolf pal was actually dangerous. He locked the window I'd used to get in.
[Cliff comes to a stop and looks up from his shoes, because he's a boy again with his arms curled around himself. His eyes, more animal than anything, rest on the man instead of dodging him out of discomfort.]
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[He'd been quietly listening, the heart that had started steady but quickened over the course of his question starting to settle again. It's back down to a familiar rhythm, but it feels like there's something sharp in there, now. Words that went from his ears to his memory, where it became an arrow of feelings and shot down. The softness in his voice could be mistaken as horrified, accusing disbelief, as if he'd misinterpreted anything Héctor had told him before or was on the verge of revealing his guess about this person's identity, until he continues.]
They were, kind of. But they were a person before that. Not like how Raven was. Someone turned them into these...things, and Oscar was out there, too. He couldn't open his eyes or he'd become one, too, but one of them found us. It would have killed him if --
[Same as Héctor, it needed to be done.]
Anyway, I saved him. I could tell he was scared, though. Scared of me. He didn't even know it was someone, I don't think, he just realized his fun werewolf pal was actually dangerous. He locked the window I'd used to get in.
[Cliff comes to a stop and looks up from his shoes, because he's a boy again with his arms curled around himself. His eyes, more animal than anything, rest on the man instead of dodging him out of discomfort.]
I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that to you.