[His fist connects with the floor beside Ragnar's head, and the wood buckles and cracks. The smoke and mirrors are gone, his attempts to rationalize himself are gone, and the truth is starting to become abundantly clear - Dodger is a teenager at heart, barely more than a tall child, who is terrified in the face of losing another potential caretaker.]
I was perfect for you! I was good! I could have gotten you killed when you did that to me and I made sure you were safe! I've done nothing but make you happy! And I've let you punish me plenty for shit I didn't even know I was doing, so why should I feel sorry for it?
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[His fist connects with the floor beside Ragnar's head, and the wood buckles and cracks. The smoke and mirrors are gone, his attempts to rationalize himself are gone, and the truth is starting to become abundantly clear - Dodger is a teenager at heart, barely more than a tall child, who is terrified in the face of losing another potential caretaker.]
I was perfect for you! I was good! I could have gotten you killed when you did that to me and I made sure you were safe! I've done nothing but make you happy! And I've let you punish me plenty for shit I didn't even know I was doing, so why should I feel sorry for it?