Luther watches her with care, but definitely not out of any anxiety.
"Yeah, it is," he agrees. "Dangerous. Dad taught her to hurt people with it, even if it was under some weird moral code. Taught her it was like any other tool at her disposal. When she left home, it was to go to Hollywood. She was successful, she had a family, she..."
Thankful there's a massive slab of concrete nearby, Luther seats himself with a dull thump.
"We weren't normal, growing up. We were a family but we weren't. We all knew he bought us. Dad didn't raise us; he trained us. And out of everyone, I was closest to Allison. I loved her." He looks up at Sylvie. "Everyone knew. She knew. It turned into just background noise in our... fucked-up family, I guess."
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"Yeah, it is," he agrees. "Dangerous. Dad taught her to hurt people with it, even if it was under some weird moral code. Taught her it was like any other tool at her disposal. When she left home, it was to go to Hollywood. She was successful, she had a family, she..."
Thankful there's a massive slab of concrete nearby, Luther seats himself with a dull thump.
"We weren't normal, growing up. We were a family but we weren't. We all knew he bought us. Dad didn't raise us; he trained us. And out of everyone, I was closest to Allison. I loved her." He looks up at Sylvie. "Everyone knew. She knew. It turned into just background noise in our... fucked-up family, I guess."