[pain makes you human. peter's pretty sure that they've both said it to him before, isaac and scott. but peter's never quite agreed. pain breeds fear, and fear is what makes cornered animals lash out, makes them chew their own legs off to escape a trap. what isaac's talking about is a twisty thing, love and fear and pain wrapped up so tightly and put in a shape labeled father. every time the full moon rises, isaac picks at his own scars, summons up the spectre of a man whose horrors never quite canceled out the memory of his love, now forever unchanging in death.
and it's what keeps isaac human.
peter wants a cigarette. he wants to hug isaac. he wants to throw up, a little bit. he wants his mother, wants her to pet his hair and put an arm around isaac and show him what family can look like.]
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and it's what keeps isaac human.
peter wants a cigarette. he wants to hug isaac. he wants to throw up, a little bit. he wants his mother, wants her to pet his hair and put an arm around isaac and show him what family can look like.]
It's stronger.