[It always circles back to legacy, doesn't it? This one always achingly complex, but almost always defined by his father's actions. Horrors committed and imagined over centuries, all in contrast to just twenty years of something softer. It was easier to deal with in a way. Everything wrong his father did, that was a lesson. Things to avoid.
His mother was so much more raw and ugly to deal with because it had been senseless and infuriating and done for no reason beyond a stupid set of beliefs that contradicted where the world was heading. And every second on that stake was a reminder of that injustice, how no one said anything, how he and his father failed to act in time, and all the horrible miseries of it.
(The amount of fire and rage from Sypha was a parallel too. One he never expected to make.)
How warm is Sypha against the natural coldness of his skin? Infinitely so. He's so very still when the blanket wraps around him, and his hands seek hers in an instant.]
What is there to say? [His voice is so soft.] Who wants that to be one of the memories of their mother, and then to connect to it so intimately?
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His mother was so much more raw and ugly to deal with because it had been senseless and infuriating and done for no reason beyond a stupid set of beliefs that contradicted where the world was heading. And every second on that stake was a reminder of that injustice, how no one said anything, how he and his father failed to act in time, and all the horrible miseries of it.
(The amount of fire and rage from Sypha was a parallel too. One he never expected to make.)
How warm is Sypha against the natural coldness of his skin? Infinitely so. He's so very still when the blanket wraps around him, and his hands seek hers in an instant.]
What is there to say? [His voice is so soft.] Who wants that to be one of the memories of their mother, and then to connect to it so intimately?