As Luke wreaked havoc on the room, or the lamp, really. April stood just inside the doorway, watching her twin released whatever pent up energy – be it anger or something else – on the inanimate objects of the room. This wouldn’t help everyone, but she hoped it would help Luke. It has to help him.
Everyone was angry right now, weren’t they? David had reappeared and now the compound was out for blood. If that was right or wrong, April wasn’t sure, it wasn’t her place to judge. Support, that’s my role. She would support Luke, and she would support Rae. Even if she had no strong desire to seek revenge, she would go along, she would make those people pay for what they had done. Because it would make the people important to her happy.
And maybe everything will feel right again. Try as she might, words just wasn’t fixing anything, no, she just seemed to make it worse.
With her back leaning against the wall, the bat still loosely grasped in her hand, April caught that look, just a moment, but in that moment Luke had seemed unsure. Quickly that expression was replaced with a look of both affection and frustration and she found herself smiling slightly in response, though the smile was just this side of sad – though her eyes shone with just as much affection.
What do I think? Her eyes traveled around the room, though she knew that wasn’t what Luke was asking about. “I think…I just want it to end,” because she didn’t know what to think. Didn’t know what to make of people torturing people and people coming back from the dead. “Chaos, a hectic swirl of thoughts and words.” That’s what was in her head.
Leaning the bat against the wall, April brought her hand up to push stray curls out of her eyes. “What do you think?” The question was reflex, because she was pretty sure she knew what her brother thought.