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Hey, I never actually got to use the axe in the museum! [He still remembers that much clearly, even if the rest is still a headache-inducing blur up until the detonator.] Jon got to destroy his bloody table, I didn't even get to smack a mannequin.

[He gives Martin a curious look, still. There's something on the edge of his mind that says he shouldn't push on that one, but Martin admitting he cried was too much to ignore.]

...you can tell me to fuck off on this one, I've already gotten a lot, but how...?

[corkscrewed]

[ martin meets the curious look with one of his own, because that's not something that he'd actually meant to be cryptic about. it takes him a second to parse the question, and then he snorts into his tea. ]

Oh, sorry, no, just his normal creepy Elias schtick. Mostly just stuff about my mum? Not that it wasn't fucking brutal, but I knew something like that was coming.

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[Knowing that she was a right bitch, he's not sure he wants to imagine what "brutal" means here.]

Right. [He takes a sip of his tepid tea, exhaling deeply after he swallows.] ...did I tell you he threatened to show me what happened to Danny?

[corkscrewed]

[ martin's face sours at that. ] No. But I heard what he did to Melanie, so I'm not really surprised. The bastard really loves to use our family against us, doesn't he?

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Easy targets. It's unimaginative. [Like that's the problem and not that Elias is literally torturing them.]

But, I... um. I almost let him, actually.