[ where do you start with that?

his hands, as if one wasn't a weapon. his weakness and his power. a door into his head. his metal hand, stained. the property of a corporation that dictated his life. dictated what his hands are for. if you hated it so much, then just give it back lucy had said derisively. this hand of his had killed her. killed jade. killed alex.

perhaps it's easier to think about stolen joys. all I ever wanted was this he told the illusion of alex on the beach, then you had to go fuck it up. but that hadn't been his fault. it wasn't his fault he had to stop loving alex. it wasn't his fault that he couldn't when it's all he ever wanted to do.

so. where to start with this? he doesn't know. he gets the point of it. dolph is his own enemy. everyone's got their own enemy in them. he saw akira's enemy within him not long ago, when he asked for the promise.

he gives a light huff. ]

Yeah, I see it.

[ with a touch of apologetic contriteness for his words, dolph meets akira's gaze. ]

Sorry. But all that stuff was stolen from me long ago. I couldn't tell you what anything is worth. And I know fuck all about joy.

All I'm doing is making it up as I go along. And hope for the best.