[Because it's a wildly unbelievable concept, and he will die (probably literally) on that hill unless it's spelled out for him. Because Henry Creel has never once in his life shown a capacity for empathy, for true kindness. Not a single semblance of wanting to connect with someone beyond trying to pry into their minds to bring them pain. He finds more enjoyment from the company of spiders than people; too many times, he's been more like an animal in a cage than a person, a sorry truth that led to him ultimately working as an orderly instead of utilized as a test subject. He had to be defanged for his own good and for the good of the facility.
The problem is that Brenner cannot see, or refuses to, how these are all simple consequences of a lonely boy stripped of his freedom. How that twists itself up into anger. Because that anger, too, was helpful in garnering results when psionic abilities were often jump-started by emotional responses.
Well, right now, that doesn't matter. The bones in his wrist are breaking.
And Brenner just gives out a cry of pain, dropping the syringe completely, hearing it clatter at their feet. His other hand lashes out to push at Alec's chest. Let him go, you asshole.]
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The problem is that Brenner cannot see, or refuses to, how these are all simple consequences of a lonely boy stripped of his freedom. How that twists itself up into anger. Because that anger, too, was helpful in garnering results when psionic abilities were often jump-started by emotional responses.
Well, right now, that doesn't matter. The bones in his wrist are breaking.
And Brenner just gives out a cry of pain, dropping the syringe completely, hearing it clatter at their feet. His other hand lashes out to push at Alec's chest. Let him go, you asshole.]