The difference, this time, is that they are coming from an outside source instead of her own mind, and somehow that makes them far more difficult to ignore. She does her best at first, focusing on all the work that needs to be done. Idle hands are the devil's tools. If she can keep busy, she can ignore the voice, she can tell herself that it's wrong. It might be right that she's a monster, that she's only caused pain and destroyed lives with every breath, but not here. Here, she hasn't hurt anyone, she hasn't killed anyone, she's only trying to help as best she can.
One night, she finally kills one of the wolves instead of just driving it back. It wasn't what she'd wanted, but desperation had required it, lest she risk losing Maurice. It's an animal, she tries to tell herself, one that had been — changed by this place. She did what she had to do.
It gives the voice a real foothold. It was right about her, wasn't it? There's so much blood on her hands they can't be used for anything good, they can only bring more bloodshed. If she stays here, an interloper, she'll only bring so much more pain to the others. Even Maurice, who she knows will be hurt by her disappearance, will be better off without her in the end. She's going to get him killed if she keeps taking him out to fight against the wolves. He'll be much safer, locked in the house where Thirteen can find him in a few hours. There's a note for Thirteen, too, short and sweet, so she knows better than to come looking.
It seems like the sort of business to be done during the night, but it's a clear day as Max begins the trek to the basin. A long time ago, she bought a body from a morgue, one that looked like Amelia Corelli, falsified dental records to help sell the deception, and then she'd dumped the body in the Hudson to be found a few weeks later. It's only fitting that her real death should be in the water, too. There won't be any coming back from it, if she slips under the ice. No mess to be found, no way for her to change her mind.
So Max walks, determined to find her end.
Unbeknownst to her, Thirteen left a window partially open, and as soon as Maurice finds it, he wriggles his way through the small gap and starts to follow Max's trail. He doesn't know what's going on, only that something is wrong. When he catches another scent nearby, a somewhat familiar one, he changes track and follows that scent until he finds Mohinder.
Maurice sits right in front of him and barks. Loudly.]
it speaks : closed to mohinder
The difference, this time, is that they are coming from an outside source instead of her own mind, and somehow that makes them far more difficult to ignore. She does her best at first, focusing on all the work that needs to be done. Idle hands are the devil's tools. If she can keep busy, she can ignore the voice, she can tell herself that it's wrong. It might be right that she's a monster, that she's only caused pain and destroyed lives with every breath, but not here. Here, she hasn't hurt anyone, she hasn't killed anyone, she's only trying to help as best she can.
One night, she finally kills one of the wolves instead of just driving it back. It wasn't what she'd wanted, but desperation had required it, lest she risk losing Maurice. It's an animal, she tries to tell herself, one that had been — changed by this place. She did what she had to do.
It gives the voice a real foothold. It was right about her, wasn't it? There's so much blood on her hands they can't be used for anything good, they can only bring more bloodshed. If she stays here, an interloper, she'll only bring so much more pain to the others. Even Maurice, who she knows will be hurt by her disappearance, will be better off without her in the end. She's going to get him killed if she keeps taking him out to fight against the wolves. He'll be much safer, locked in the house where Thirteen can find him in a few hours. There's a note for Thirteen, too, short and sweet, so she knows better than to come looking.
It seems like the sort of business to be done during the night, but it's a clear day as Max begins the trek to the basin. A long time ago, she bought a body from a morgue, one that looked like Amelia Corelli, falsified dental records to help sell the deception, and then she'd dumped the body in the Hudson to be found a few weeks later. It's only fitting that her real death should be in the water, too. There won't be any coming back from it, if she slips under the ice. No mess to be found, no way for her to change her mind.
So Max walks, determined to find her end.
Unbeknownst to her, Thirteen left a window partially open, and as soon as Maurice finds it, he wriggles his way through the small gap and starts to follow Max's trail. He doesn't know what's going on, only that something is wrong. When he catches another scent nearby, a somewhat familiar one, he changes track and follows that scent until he finds Mohinder.
Maurice sits right in front of him and barks. Loudly.]