a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
Maybe it’s the fact that Loren chips away at the exterior of Glas so much that he lets those discomforting thoughts loose, out in the open, for someone else other than his own ears to hear. Perhaps it’s just simply the wrong place at the wrong time, and he feels somewhat bad for Loren having to put up with himself, that when the question is aired and Loren offers a response so similar to ‘there’s no wrong answer’ that it causes a gleam of frustration to linger in the back of Glas’ mind.
“There is...” He manages, looking down to the cup once more, brows furrow together as he figures out how to say it. “Because if you… If you don’t react right then people treat you different. They get... Like they think they need to act different to get you to stop.” Like you need fixing. Like you need to follow through with the status quo of everything else. He doesn’t think his blabbering makes sense, but it is what it is.
“There is...” He manages, looking down to the cup once more, brows furrow together as he figures out how to say it. “Because if you… If you don’t react right then people treat you different. They get... Like they think they need to act different to get you to stop.” Like you need fixing. Like you need to follow through with the status quo of everything else. He doesn’t think his blabbering makes sense, but it is what it is.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
