Steven still looks stunned as his gaze lowers down to look at himself, his arms nervously wrapping around his body in a hug. That's really what he is, in all of this, isn't he? He's just been getting passed around, because his mom wants him for things that doesn't have anything to do with who he is or what he wants.
He never meant anything to her, beyond being a tool. He knows that. So why does it still hurt so much, every time he's reminded of it?
"What would she do to me?" he asks, in a small voice.
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Steven still looks stunned as his gaze lowers down to look at himself, his arms nervously wrapping around his body in a hug. That's really what he is, in all of this, isn't he? He's just been getting passed around, because his mom wants him for things that doesn't have anything to do with who he is or what he wants.
He never meant anything to her, beyond being a tool. He knows that. So why does it still hurt so much, every time he's reminded of it?
"What would she do to me?" he asks, in a small voice.