[ The sincerity in Yael's voice doesn't escape Hector. It tears him up inside—why show he cares, after all the poking and prodding and hostility he's shown him thus far? He'd prefer it if Yael deride him for being an insane murderer the rest of them thought of him as. He'd prefer it if Yael berate him for letting a mess of his go untended for so long. Anything to protect himself. But instead...
That, and the sentiment. Hector's mind races, flipping through his memories of the years that followed his discharge. His squadmates looked at him like a monster. His parents, the very good, very traditional people they were, had been appalled to learn he had been in a relationship with a man to begin with. He never told the men and women he brought home in an attempt to fill the void in the months that followed. He ran away into the wilderness the moment he had the chance, stuffing down his memory and locking him away in the deepest, darkest recesses of his heart.
No one's said that to him before.
Hector presses his fingers to his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Why this? Why now? Why is this game so determined to shatter all his walls and bring these memories back to the forefront, where they don't belong?
There's a lengthy pause before Hector takes a deep, shaky breath. He doesn't want to cry in front of Yael, but it's probably too late for that. ]
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That, and the sentiment. Hector's mind races, flipping through his memories of the years that followed his discharge. His squadmates looked at him like a monster. His parents, the very good, very traditional people they were, had been appalled to learn he had been in a relationship with a man to begin with. He never told the men and women he brought home in an attempt to fill the void in the months that followed. He ran away into the wilderness the moment he had the chance, stuffing down his memory and locking him away in the deepest, darkest recesses of his heart.
No one's said that to him before.
Hector presses his fingers to his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Why this? Why now? Why is this game so determined to shatter all his walls and bring these memories back to the forefront, where they don't belong?
There's a lengthy pause before Hector takes a deep, shaky breath. He doesn't want to cry in front of Yael, but it's probably too late for that. ]
...Thanks.