Ugh, Crow. Crow Crow Crow. Always Crow. What does Crow have to do with any of this?
... Everything, doesnt he? He's Raven's future self. And yet Falcon still doesn't like him.
Hereward rumbles in his mind, and Falcon makes a face. You know why, don't you?
"I suppose. I am still mad at him for his hand in... that," he says, haltingly, his eyes narrowed, every word dragging itself across his tongue like a rake. "I hate that he was there to see me at my worst. Twice now."
He sounds bitter. Angry. Angrier than he intends, and he quietens for a moment.
"Part of it may be because-" ugh, god, he wants to tear out his hair, "-I'm jealous."
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... Everything, doesnt he? He's Raven's future self. And yet Falcon still doesn't like him.
Hereward rumbles in his mind, and Falcon makes a face. You know why, don't you?
"I suppose. I am still mad at him for his hand in... that," he says, haltingly, his eyes narrowed, every word dragging itself across his tongue like a rake. "I hate that he was there to see me at my worst. Twice now."
He sounds bitter. Angry. Angrier than he intends, and he quietens for a moment.
"Part of it may be because-" ugh, god, he wants to tear out his hair, "-I'm jealous."