Raw grabs Dad by the throat, holding her up high and ripping her gun off her back, sending it clattering to the ground.
Why would he ever be friends with someone who came into their home and put all this stuff in their heads? Why would he want to be friends with someone who told him that he was some…some kind of hostage, and that his mother was horrible?
Dad manages to squeak out that she didn’t say any of that, that it was the skills she taught, the knowledge of, what was it, Stockholm Syndrome?, sinking in- if Raw came to the conclusion that that’s what was happening to him, that wasn’t on her!
Raw squeezes, Dad crying out as the heat around her neck intensifies.
He could burn her to a crisp right now, and get past Writhe, and then everything would be back to normal.