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Placid face turning nervous as he began to speak, she relaxed as she watched him take in the information, returning his smile with her own. His hands were warm and familiar; they were good hands, the hands that had helped her up on her very first day.
But at his next comment, her smile vanished, the sinking guilt returning from earlier. This was what she had meant, when she had explained why people lie. So nobody knew the truth, dark and evil, buried in her chest.
But Wesley couldn't lie. "Not everyone," she whispered, extracting her hands from his, "Not Remi."
With that name, the boy in front of her shifted, changing back into how he had been on that day. Covered in blood, arm bent at an awkward angle, dead on the floor.
Wesley lowered her eyes. That man had killed three students, three students she had never gotten a chance to meet, who would never graduate or have families or grow old. And he had nearly destroyed more. Miranda's scream. Oliver's sunken eyes. Tiberius, pulling Jake away. Professor Lupa, trapped in his strangling hold.
There was nothing good in that man.
When Wesley's hands fell away, so did Jake's, and he could no longer feel the beating of his heart. It was quite symbolic, if you were one of those analytic kind of people. Jake's good, warm heart could not be felt as soon as Wesley mentioned that name.
"That man," Jake started, voice trembling ever so slightly as he looked carefully at Wesley.
"Is pure evil personified. Lupa knows it, Bontecou knows it, LouAnn and I know it... the school knows it," he said quietly, and then wavered.
"I couldn't stop it. If I'd have known what I was doing, I wouldn't have done any of that, Wesley. If I could only control myself, or give away those stupid runes when I WAS myself, those kids wouldn't have died."
He didn't know how much anyone else knew about all that, but it always played on Jake's mind.
"If he can do that to people, he doesn't deserve for anyone to see the good in him."
The stinking git.
"You need to focus on the present. What's happening here and now, Wesley. I can't bear to see you down or upset or dwelling on things." Because he could always tell... well, he thought so anyway.