Scott was struggling to regain consciousness. Regain control. She was triggering him on purpose. It was unfortunate, but she knew him better than anyone.
And the moment she saw him, saw him returning to himself, clearing the haze, trying to get control, she pushed him back.
He opened his eyes, finding the room dark. He laid very still. She must've been asleep. He felt her hand in his.
If she found out he was awake, she would push him back. He couldn't risk that. But he couldn't keep letting her-
"You're awake," she whispered.
He froze. Fuck. He stayed silent.
"And you're you," she remarked. "You're a resilient person you know that?"
He scoffed silently. Resilient. She was right about that. He'd survived things that would've killed a weaker persons million times over.
Would've killed her a million times over.
"So you'll probably keep fighting me won't you?"
Fighting her? He wasn't fighting her. He was fighting her control.
"I hope you don't hate me. I feel horrible. I know what I'm doing. I'm taking advantage of you. Like everyone else in your life has."
Yes she was. And here he was. Silently taking it. Like he always had. Somethings never changed.
"And I wish I could...I could say, it's because I love you. I could say it's because you've put yourself in such powerful position in my life, that...just the thought of you loving me, really loving me, makes me do unspeakable things."
He blinked. It was just something about him. That's why people always said.
"But I'm not going to say that. I'm not going to excuse it. I'm hurting you. Because I like the way you look at me, when I fix it. I'm sorry."
"Then stop," he rasped.
She closed her eyes. "You've never really loved me. And I knew that. But Scott you did. You suddenly did. I just want that."
He closed his mouth. It was nothing to do. It's not like he could stop her as he was. He was at her mercy. And I seemed like she had none.
So...
"Say something," she whispered.
"You've made up your mind. You know I can't stop you. What's there to say?" He closed his eyes.
He laid there for a moment. "Where are my children?"
"At a summer camp."
"Don't leave them with strangers. You have to watch them, Ana. You have to keep them safe. In your sight. All the time." He sighed. "I want to see them. Me. As myself. Will you do that?"
She nodded. "Yes." She frowned, fighting back tears. "Hey?"
"Hm?"
"There's one way, you can stop me you know."
He purses his lips, the darkness almost comforting, almost scary.
"After a while, Ana...after a few times, the rest blurs. You stop thinking...I want to kill this person. Or, why is this happening?"
"You start to understand that there are some people in the world who will be happy. They're born that way. They're normal and happy. And then there are some people who will never escape pain. Whether they give it or take it, they will always live in pain."
Scott smiled. "And that's when it gets just a little easier. Because you don't have to count on being happy, or satisfied, or anything. Because you know all you will ever be meant for is pain. It's just your place in the world."
Morgana clenched her jaw.
"So it's okay, Ana. I don't want to kill you. If it's not you, eventually, no matter how stronger or smart, or rich I become it will be someone else. And...I'd rather it be you."
He closed his eyes again. "Hey...Morgana? Aren't these walls white?" He whispered.
She bit back a sob. "Yes...they are."
Ana felt his hand go slack, and then tighten. And then he was gone. And she thought that would make everything okay.
She's apologized and he said it was alright. So she could just have this. This Scott who may have been just a shell of himself. But at least he loved her.
But how sick was it? And how long could she pretend like what she was doing was fine?
Was she just scared they'd never go back? Because she was his safe person. And then...even she perverted his trust in her.
Even her. He would never...they would never be the same.
And was that enough? To do this forever?
She didn't think so.
