Ned's heart sinks in his chest, because of course, Ginsberg finding out about his power isn't the same as finding out what he's done with it. Unintentionally, but that's a rather fine distinction to make. He wonders if he should come clean, should rip the bandaid off now while Ginsberg is being so accepting. But he's so relieved, so thrilled that Ginsberg still wants to be a part of his life, that he doesn't want to screw that up. So he opts for (as he thinks of it) the cowardly route.
"I would never hurt someone on purpose," he says in a very quiet voice. And that is no new information, after all. He'd told Ginsberg already that he'd hurt people, in his past. Best for him to know that it was in the very least unintentional, without malice or cruelty. Unlike what he's talking about.
"There's no comparison," Ned agrees, wondering if this is the first time Ginsberg's seen a dead body. But that's not the sort of thing he knows how to ask. He knows that his own track record of stumbling across corpses is very out of the norm. And given how shaken-up Ginsberg seems by the mere thought of that kind of violence, Ned doesn't want to potentially provoke any more distress.
"Jesus, that poor girl." Ned puts a hand (the one not still streaked with blood) over his mouth, remembering just what she'd looked like. He may not have the same visceral reaction as Ginsberg, but he's capable of being horrified. "I should've- if I'd been thinking clearer I would have asked her who'd done it. Stupid of me not to." But he adds, a moment later, "I guess she wouldn't have been able to tell me, regardless."
He's getting a better handle on himself, now, able to think his way through the situation. "We should find a phone and call the police. Tell them where to look."
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"I would never hurt someone on purpose," he says in a very quiet voice. And that is no new information, after all. He'd told Ginsberg already that he'd hurt people, in his past. Best for him to know that it was in the very least unintentional, without malice or cruelty. Unlike what he's talking about.
"There's no comparison," Ned agrees, wondering if this is the first time Ginsberg's seen a dead body. But that's not the sort of thing he knows how to ask. He knows that his own track record of stumbling across corpses is very out of the norm. And given how shaken-up Ginsberg seems by the mere thought of that kind of violence, Ned doesn't want to potentially provoke any more distress.
"Jesus, that poor girl." Ned puts a hand (the one not still streaked with blood) over his mouth, remembering just what she'd looked like. He may not have the same visceral reaction as Ginsberg, but he's capable of being horrified. "I should've- if I'd been thinking clearer I would have asked her who'd done it. Stupid of me not to." But he adds, a moment later, "I guess she wouldn't have been able to tell me, regardless."
He's getting a better handle on himself, now, able to think his way through the situation. "We should find a phone and call the police. Tell them where to look."