Six Sentence Sunday
May. 26th, 2019 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogiewoogiebuglegalFrom Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop":
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“I didn’t trust my own mind,” Clint told him. His gaze was knowing and far too old for his years. “You know how that is, I’d imagine. Yeah, he helped me---at least he helped me start to separate what Loki had done to me from who I was. That was how Loki worked; he made you do those things because you wanted to please him, the bastard.”
Bucky remembered Alexander Pierce’s honeyed words. “I get it,” he said softly.
“You’re probably the only one who would,” Clint agreed. He stared down at the ground, unseeing. “I won’t say the recovery from that was fun or easy but knowing my mind was my own again? It helped.”
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“I didn’t trust my own mind,” Clint told him. His gaze was knowing and far too old for his years. “You know how that is, I’d imagine. Yeah, he helped me---at least he helped me start to separate what Loki had done to me from who I was. That was how Loki worked; he made you do those things because you wanted to please him, the bastard.”
Bucky remembered Alexander Pierce’s honeyed words. “I get it,” he said softly.
“You’re probably the only one who would,” Clint agreed. He stared down at the ground, unseeing. “I won’t say the recovery from that was fun or easy but knowing my mind was my own again? It helped.”
