[Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Sharkface never really bothered with psychology. Ephemera feels like he ought to know a little more. He knows how people fight, how far his body can bend before breaking. That was enough, when he was Sharkface. Any more was just a distraction from his goals.
And now?
Now he has to be a whole person.
He stares at the wall for a moment, at the mural there. Chorus on fire. A planet burning. He did that when he was drunk and lonely and hasn't painted over it.]
Got into a fight with Kyna. I hurt her.
[He says it quietly, without looking at Sweets. He hadn't meant to. But what he meant doesn't matter nearly as much as what he did.]
I didn't mean to. Was just gonna make a point. But I'm faster and I had armor, and I didn't stop.
[Just how it was. He waves his shooting hand vaguely in Sweets' direction]
Paid it back to Washington. Ribs, hand. So it's done.
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[Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Sharkface never really bothered with psychology. Ephemera feels like he ought to know a little more. He knows how people fight, how far his body can bend before breaking. That was enough, when he was Sharkface. Any more was just a distraction from his goals.
And now?
Now he has to be a whole person.
He stares at the wall for a moment, at the mural there. Chorus on fire. A planet burning. He did that when he was drunk and lonely and hasn't painted over it.]
Got into a fight with Kyna. I hurt her.
[He says it quietly, without looking at Sweets. He hadn't meant to. But what he meant doesn't matter nearly as much as what he did.]
I didn't mean to. Was just gonna make a point. But I'm faster and I had armor, and I didn't stop.
[Just how it was. He waves his shooting hand vaguely in Sweets' direction]
Paid it back to Washington. Ribs, hand. So it's done.
[This time he does look at Sweets.]
I don't want to be like this.