Private Pieces

He'd listen to her, reading the texts and hanging thr phone back to her. Rowan would look at her a moment as he thought about what to say next. "But....are you sorry for what you did?" he'd finally ask.

"Are you sorry that you possessed her boyfriend? Sorry that you hurt him and Dela?" he'd continue calmly, no yelling, just asking for the truth.

"Are you sorry for what you did? Or are you just sorry that you got caught?" he'd ask ask. "Please be honest."

He'd sigh. "Lizzy....that's...," he'd pinch the bridge of his nose, "so you don't regret potentially hurting Hector?" Rowan felt disappointed, like a big brother dealing with his younger sibling's mistakes.

"Lizzy, possessing someone, using abilities to mess with their mind.....that's not ok," he felt that he shouldn't have to say that. "You....everyone in our group should know that better than most."

Rowan would look at Lizzy a moment. "I know you don't have the voices in your head....but I do....and Chi does, and Dela too," his were particularly destructive. "Having a voice in your head, trying to control you....make you do things you don't want to...it's.....it's been an awful experience...you know from what I've told you."

"That's because it is terrible," he'd say with a sigh, "that's s8you need to understand, that you need to acknowledge." He was trying to stay calm, to not yell, to make her understand.

"Went to far?" his eyes would narrow, "you shouldn't have done anything at all, you should have let them be." He wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't known the things Lizzy did, he knew she was a delinquent, but this was different.

"As for whether or not he's fine....you don't know that, having your body hijacked could affect people differently." He wanted to get through to her. "Using your powers on someone like that is just.....its wrong, especially with how we got them."

"Because everyone is different, especially here where most people have powers," he'd say with sigh. The boy would motion to himself. "With my abilities most would assume I'm immune to fire, to where others might assume they can't hurt with me with it, but I can be burned."

"Like....what if he had a vulnerability to that kind of magic?" he'd ask seriously. "What if that kind of power can cause damage for him?" He wanted to make her understand, make her see why what she did was dangerous.

The voices were kicking in now, demanding that he burn her, that he reduce her to ash as punishment. He'd flinch a bit at how loud the voices were, his fingers going up and rubbing the temples of his head.

"I'm fine," he'd say even though he actually wasn't. "Abd yeah, fucking voices are kicking in," a particularly loud one was telling him to incinerate Lizzy's legs while leaving the rest of her intact.

He'd flinch when a particular nasty voice kicked in, got louder. "Yeah, you do that, apologize," he'd look at her, trying to focus through the eldritch induced migraine. "You need to make sure you're actually sorry for what you did."

Rowan would stop rubbing his head, even though the voices were continuing and the migraine wasn't fading. "Anyways, yeah."