[ She can't see the flinch, the way his expression crumples in an instant at those words. Father. Of course. He knows that they bear a certain resemblance, he's looked in the mirror and seen his father and hated that fact plenty of times before, but it's so much worse to hear her say it to his face, with such venom. ]
I'm not him. Anya, it's Pietro, it's your brother— [ Your brother who's really no better than your father, he thinks, and he feels small suddenly, and she doesn't seem to be listening anyway. He takes a step back, then another. ]
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I'm not him. Anya, it's Pietro, it's your brother— [ Your brother who's really no better than your father, he thinks, and he feels small suddenly, and she doesn't seem to be listening anyway. He takes a step back, then another. ]