"I don't doubt that, Liz. Not for a second." And if that's what she thinks he's upset about, well... Maybe he should clear some things up. "But it's not that."
He looks away, falling silent again. He doesn't even know where to begin.
"All my life I've never dealt with what I am. I did my job, I kept my head down, and I ignored everything else. And you know what? Life was good. I liked not knowing.
But after the thing at the Cavendish house, that old wizard had put the bug in my ear. I started sniffing around, looking for answers. And I got them. But I didn't believe it.
Not until I saw it for myself."
He raises the bottle to his lips, taking another long pull. When he speaks again, his eyes are on the floor, his voice only a low rumble.
"Now I can't get it out of my head."
That thing. That thing made out of his blood. That thing he's meant to become. It hasn't left him since the island. He sees it in his dreams, feels it crawling under his skin, and drinking seems to be the only thing he can do to fight it.
He knows he's still being vague, but he's always had a hard time letting Liz in on the full story. There were a lot of things he told Abe and Kate that he chose to keep from Liz. Mostly because he knew Liz was always dealing with heavy stuff of her own. But now, with only the two of them and everything that's changed between them, he figures he owes her at least this much.
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He looks away, falling silent again. He doesn't even know where to begin.
"All my life I've never dealt with what I am. I did my job, I kept my head down, and I ignored everything else. And you know what? Life was good. I liked not knowing.
But after the thing at the Cavendish house, that old wizard had put the bug in my ear. I started sniffing around, looking for answers. And I got them. But I didn't believe it.
Not until I saw it for myself."
He raises the bottle to his lips, taking another long pull. When he speaks again, his eyes are on the floor, his voice only a low rumble.
"Now I can't get it out of my head."
That thing. That thing made out of his blood. That thing he's meant to become. It hasn't left him since the island. He sees it in his dreams, feels it crawling under his skin, and drinking seems to be the only thing he can do to fight it.
He knows he's still being vague, but he's always had a hard time letting Liz in on the full story. There were a lot of things he told Abe and Kate that he chose to keep from Liz. Mostly because he knew Liz was always dealing with heavy stuff of her own. But now, with only the two of them and everything that's changed between them, he figures he owes her at least this much.