[He doesn't deserve better. He used to think he did; when his father screamed at him, he defiantly looked back with the thought that he deserved more than what his father said he should get. Eventually, though, you get tired. Or... you do things that earn you whatever hole you dig yourself into. He was so determined to fight everything back: when he arrived in Silent Hill, in Shepherd's Glen, after escaping the hospital, he fought back, but what was his reward? A destroyed town, a dead brother, a warped state of mind. Should he be strong enough to withstand all that? What kind of fucked up person could ever walk away with their head held high?
That's just the problem. He's spent the last ten years 'fighting back'. Whether it's monsters, doctors, fate, mysterious ships, an angry father; it's all he's done. Now that Heather's the one trying to dish out the hurt--the unbottled anger--he's all out of room to shove it down away in his heart and mind. Especially when it comes to her.
And so, his resolve bows easily, to the point where he doesn't even flinch or turn when she yells.
He just stands there and looks down and acts like this really isn't anything new.]
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That's just the problem. He's spent the last ten years 'fighting back'. Whether it's monsters, doctors, fate, mysterious ships, an angry father; it's all he's done. Now that Heather's the one trying to dish out the hurt--the unbottled anger--he's all out of room to shove it down away in his heart and mind. Especially when it comes to her.
And so, his resolve bows easily, to the point where he doesn't even flinch or turn when she yells.
He just stands there and looks down and acts like this really isn't anything new.]