[Those pod-people that Mayfield made were pretty damned accurate. The expression on Picky's face when the bomb was dropped was the same one that his clone had. Blank, astonished shock.
Only this Picky didn't immediately recover from it. Pokey could withdraw into himself all he wanted. His little brother was leaning in, on his hands and knees now, taking in every dreadful bit of information.]
I... I, but I...
[Had he ever said it, while his brother was there? That he needed him? Probably not. Not ever, actually. Because Pokey being there was just expected. Like sunrise coming every morning. Like there being air to breathe. So why say it?
...that helped make his brother do all this, didn't it?]
But...
No. No, Pokey, you didn't. Not...
[It couldn't be true, it couldn't be true that Pokey helped make the skies grow dark and horrible things overrun the whole world, no, no, no. He wasn't that bad. He couldn't be.]
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Date: 2011-11-06 06:30 am (UTC)Only this Picky didn't immediately recover from it. Pokey could withdraw into himself all he wanted. His little brother was leaning in, on his hands and knees now, taking in every dreadful bit of information.]
I... I, but I...
[Had he ever said it, while his brother was there? That he needed him? Probably not. Not ever, actually. Because Pokey being there was just expected. Like sunrise coming every morning. Like there being air to breathe. So why say it?
...that helped make his brother do all this, didn't it?]
But...
No. No, Pokey, you didn't. Not...
[It couldn't be true, it couldn't be true that Pokey helped make the skies grow dark and horrible things overrun the whole world, no, no, no. He wasn't that bad. He couldn't be.]