Hari wanted to talk about it.
Really, he did. He had a ton of pent up stuff that constantly frustrated his therapist because he refused to talk to her about them. He wanted to talk about his deep attachment and idolization of his mother, his subsequent accidental murder of her, his deep hatred of his father and his two years of isolation.
He was tempted to, for a moment. But he remembered the horror in Wei's face when his fingers made contact with the grass at the sports field. Wei already thought his power was horrifying, and he went through great lengths to win his friend's trust — if he found out how easily he could kill him, he feared what would happen.
His father used to love him, too. His father admired his intelligence and he would tell him stories about Japanese folk tales and tucked him into bed every night. But after his mother's death, he suddenly turned from his 'son' to a 'little demon.'
Wei saw him as soft and warm as potato pancakes. He didn't want him to think he was a demon.
So he stopped himself.
How are you feeling?
