Okay, that was overwhelming, and Mark staggers a bit at the intensity of the emotions assaulting him. That, mixed with the shove, definitely makes him stagger back. Good thing he catches himself, barely keeping from tripping over his own legs and falling.
"You don't get it either, Damien. You don't... You don't get it. You're in your own fucking pity party and you're not growing and it doesn't matter because you didn't care about me, only about my power, the thing about myself that I hate the most. You don't get it. You don't get how horrible that is. Because it makes you like the AM under Wadsworth!"
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"You don't get it either, Damien. You don't... You don't get it. You're in your own fucking pity party and you're not growing and it doesn't matter because you didn't care about me, only about my power, the thing about myself that I hate the most. You don't get it. You don't get how horrible that is. Because it makes you like the AM under Wadsworth!"