[Jon forces himself to still, closing his eyes as he curls his plaintive fingers into a tight fist and drops it to his side. He can still feel the Watcher's gaze, Elias' eyes upon him. He hates that he doesn't hate it more, that the sensation makes him feel... like he belongs here, like he needs to be here. It feels right.]
I hate you...
[The words are quiet but resigned. He tries for a little more bite, though it loses something when he keeps his eyes closed.]
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I hate you...
[The words are quiet but resigned. He tries for a little more bite, though it loses something when he keeps his eyes closed.]
Don't call me to you again.