[Molly’s eyes go wide in shock, and he makes a horrified noise in the back of his throat. No one has to tell him who he is, because Molly knows only one other possible occupant of this body, and the idea of Lucien getting control of it back—
He can taste the bile at the back of his throat. He swallows it back, but it sits uneasily in his chest, just waiting for another moment. He knew—but he’d been able to deny it to himself. Now the truth is staring him in the face, forcing him to look at it, and Molly wants to look away but can’t.
There is a red eye on Caleb’s hand, matching his own. He wonders, suddenly, if Lucien had something to do with that.
He runs a hand through his hair, and notes to himself that he ought to get it cut.]
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He can taste the bile at the back of his throat. He swallows it back, but it sits uneasily in his chest, just waiting for another moment. He knew—but he’d been able to deny it to himself. Now the truth is staring him in the face, forcing him to look at it, and Molly wants to look away but can’t.
There is a red eye on Caleb’s hand, matching his own. He wonders, suddenly, if Lucien had something to do with that.
He runs a hand through his hair, and notes to himself that he ought to get it cut.]
What...What did he do to you?