I kind of figured. [Softly amused, but it fades.] I think that’s why I broke his wrist. Why I really broke his wrist. Hearing you—
[She doesn’t even want to try and describe what it was like, force herself to relive the feelings and the sounds that caused them.] I heard myself threatening him, saying what I’d do if he hurt you, and… I wanted to. I wanted to hurt him for real, face to face. Not remotely, not with systems I controlled, with my own hands. Like he hurt us.
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[She doesn’t even want to try and describe what it was like, force herself to relive the feelings and the sounds that caused them.] I heard myself threatening him, saying what I’d do if he hurt you, and… I wanted to. I wanted to hurt him for real, face to face. Not remotely, not with systems I controlled, with my own hands. Like he hurt us.