oh, how the truth burns my very soul

An alternate to The Forgotten Turnabout.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's impossible, y'know. For all of you. I mean, just where could I possibly have a burn mark? It's nowhere to be found, y'see! There's no evidence to prove that I'm the culprit, y'know."

"Th-That's right! There's no contradiction at all! There's no way there can be a contradiction! Not for my Pops...!"

"OBJECTION!"

"...Sebastian. I understand why you don't want to admit it. However... if you avert your eyes from the truth, you will regret it forever."

"! P-Pops... I... Just what should I do...!?"

"...Take off your gloves Sebastian,"

"B-but Pops-you know th-that-"

"You seem to have forgotten that Crane wasn't the only one with burns here, y'know? Even if Faraday didn't have the key card to get into the room, that doesn't mean someone else who wasn't supposed to have it couldn't have stolen it. Y'see?"

"What are you possibly trying to im... Imply?"

"I said take off your gloves Sebastian... Why're you such an idiot, y'know?"

Sebastian stares shakily at his father, the tears already streaming then back at his shaking hands, ah, he saw what was going on now. But now he couldn't run from it or else he'd look just as guilty as his father did.

Shakily, one finger after another he plucked off the glove's fingers until it was safe to slide off in one go. His vision- thankfully- blurred in tears so when he pulled it off, sniffling, his breath hitching, he couldn't see the molted skin but instead only hear the range of reactions around the courtroom instead varying from terror to disgust to shock.

God, maybe he really was a disgusting idiot.