it's not that he doesn't see that she's hurting or doesn't care, but the topic of his mom's murder is still too raw, always will be, and sometimes it feels like the memory of it is getting sharper instead of fuzzier, like he never did leave that living room.]
A yellow suit. Red lightning. Oh, my God.
[he reaches behind without turning around, waiting until his hand finds the chair at his desk to pull it towards himself and sit down heavily, face in his hands. ohhh, he is so so incredibly stupid. fourteen years of looking for leads and finding nothing, being no closer to solving his mom's case or freeing his dad than he was when he was eleven, and when confronted with something so obvious, he missed it. if there's one speedster, why not two?]
Why would he... [kill everyone you care about?] ...my mom. Did he say why he did it?
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it's not that he doesn't see that she's hurting or doesn't care, but the topic of his mom's murder is still too raw, always will be, and sometimes it feels like the memory of it is getting sharper instead of fuzzier, like he never did leave that living room.]
A yellow suit. Red lightning. Oh, my God.
[he reaches behind without turning around, waiting until his hand finds the chair at his desk to pull it towards himself and sit down heavily, face in his hands. ohhh, he is so so incredibly stupid. fourteen years of looking for leads and finding nothing, being no closer to solving his mom's case or freeing his dad than he was when he was eleven, and when confronted with something so obvious, he missed it. if there's one speedster, why not two?]
Why would he... [kill everyone you care about?] ...my mom. Did he say why he did it?