Not with his own hand, but what does it matter? He wished harm upon her, appeared in her room like a vengeful ghost, and caused her heart attack. Manslaughter at best, with a good argument for murder. The inquest would certainly rule as such if they stopped to consider the twin ghosts that have become her sons.
But the worst part is his alternate. Algric himself has made what little peace he can with the woman; he had a whole year past this point to try. Now he's torn that away from Martin right after telling him that he had a whole year to figure things out.
(Monster, he thinks. He's just a monster now. That's all there is.)
Despite his misery, Algric tries to reach out for Martin's shoulder, to lean in lightly. What can he say? There's nothing to say here.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. To their mother? To Martin? Both. "We - we should go."
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He killed her.
Not with his own hand, but what does it matter? He wished harm upon her, appeared in her room like a vengeful ghost, and caused her heart attack. Manslaughter at best, with a good argument for murder. The inquest would certainly rule as such if they stopped to consider the twin ghosts that have become her sons.
But the worst part is his alternate. Algric himself has made what little peace he can with the woman; he had a whole year past this point to try. Now he's torn that away from Martin right after telling him that he had a whole year to figure things out.
(Monster, he thinks. He's just a monster now. That's all there is.)
Despite his misery, Algric tries to reach out for Martin's shoulder, to lean in lightly. What can he say? There's nothing to say here.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. To their mother? To Martin? Both. "We - we should go."