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You’re hoping she’ll walk into your clinic again, aren’t you?
Shut up, Justice!
You have more important things to do than worry about the Hawke bitch.
She’s not a bitch!
What are you, Anders?; Twelve years old? Justice sneers.
It’s as if the spirit has slapped him, but from the inside instead of across the face, the way one of the boys punched him in the face when he teased him about Karl. He had to have been twelve at the time and Karl five years older. “You’re a sissy, Anders. Boys don’t kiss other boys and Karl doesn’t know anything any—”
“You fuck off!!! I’m going to kill you!” He was too angry to use magic, though he could feel the fire building in his fingers, anyway. Anders pushed Brandon into the stone wall; he remembered being satisfied by seeing the blood drip from the younger boy’s forehead. “I would kiss a girl, too, and if you do that again I’ll burn you to a crisp. I’ve gotten good at it.”
…No, Justice, not anymore.
Liar. The aggression’s there and you’ll only break Lily if you…get involved with her.
“Shut up!!!” he screams into the empty clinic.