[The patience just makes him feel worse, if anything. Hope's chair scrapes back as he stands, hands balled into fists and still staring at the floor.]
I tried to kill you, Snow. I hated you so much that I wanted you to die, for what you did to Mom. [His voice is thick with emotion, and now it's all coming out in a rush.] --O-Or, what I thought you did. It was the Sanctum's fault. I blamed you because it was easier.
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Date: 2011-08-11 09:08 pm (UTC)I tried to kill you, Snow. I hated you so much that I wanted you to die, for what you did to Mom. [His voice is thick with emotion, and now it's all coming out in a rush.] --O-Or, what I thought you did. It was the Sanctum's fault. I blamed you because it was easier.