[There's something entirely unsettling about having a vision, and Varian is certain there's no other term for what he's just seen. Magic. Once again, something has justified his disdain for it. The experience of seeing memories that weren't him had been nothing short of dizzying. As for what he'd seen, specifically...
His hands clench into fists against the dirt floor of the ruins, and he doesn't meet Piper's gaze. Her father had been through such great trauma because of her - in the way that now, on a good day, he can see what happened to Quirin was his fault. If he'd only listened-
No! It wasn't the same, he tells himself, because Varian had gone to all lengths to save his own father, while Piper had reacted by- by running away from hers. By removing herself from the picture in every sense.
In an instant, he's on his feet with his back to her. He knows he's relying on her, now, to help him save Quirin. He also knows that no one else will be able to see that what he'd done hadn't been the simple act of villainy. But, oh, he's furious.]
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His hands clench into fists against the dirt floor of the ruins, and he doesn't meet Piper's gaze. Her father had been through such great trauma because of her - in the way that now, on a good day, he can see what happened to Quirin was his fault. If he'd only listened-
No! It wasn't the same, he tells himself, because Varian had gone to all lengths to save his own father, while Piper had reacted by- by running away from hers. By removing herself from the picture in every sense.
In an instant, he's on his feet with his back to her. He knows he's relying on her, now, to help him save Quirin. He also knows that no one else will be able to see that what he'd done hadn't been the simple act of villainy. But, oh, he's furious.]
I'm fine.