The last thing Curtis wanted to do was make Grey choose between anyone. If it came down to it, he'd push Grey away, just to make sure that the kid didn't make a stupid choice like that one. They'd chosen to follow him, once, and look where that got them. Free of the train, but at what cost?
When Grey's hand curled around his arm, Curtis flinched. He'd avoided letting anyone touch that arm-- it still felt foreign, like it didn't belong to him anymore, even if he'd lost it doing the right thing.
How can I be a leader with two good arms?
The stump, just looking at it, reminded him of Gilliam. Reminded him of those first months on the train. Reminded him of Edgar, small and crying, and the weight of a knife in Curtis' hand.
"Don't you get it? You don't need to do this. Not to make me happy. You shouldn't be trying to make me happy. For Christ's sake, make yourself happy, for once."
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Date: 2014-12-06 04:07 am (UTC)When Grey's hand curled around his arm, Curtis flinched. He'd avoided letting anyone touch that arm-- it still felt foreign, like it didn't belong to him anymore, even if he'd lost it doing the right thing.
How can I be a leader with two good arms?
The stump, just looking at it, reminded him of Gilliam. Reminded him of those first months on the train. Reminded him of Edgar, small and crying, and the weight of a knife in Curtis' hand.
"Don't you get it? You don't need to do this. Not to make me happy. You shouldn't be trying to make me happy. For Christ's sake, make yourself happy, for once."