Ghosts of the Past

N/A · 12-04-2015, 06:03 PM

Allen would flick his ears back as Bass began to speak Allen would advert his gaze. “...Did you hear me when I called for you, Bass? In Abaven? I tried to remedy this sooner... We all make mistakes... Things we’re not proud of.” He would sigh softly. “I didn’t want this to drag out. You were angry and hurt... I was angry and hurt...” Allen would squeeze his eyes closed. “The only reason I came to Sonticus was for the sake of my wife and children. They were sick... Did you expect me to stay out there while they died for my mistake?” Allen would open his eyes again, tears stinging them.

“I can not speak for Quelt. It makes me wonder where his loyalties lie... But I know where my loyalties lie. I wouldn’t ask to come back if I didn’t care Bass. I wouldn’t be in this state if I didn’t care. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed our home. Even if you can’t forgive me... At least let Nona and the kids go back. They weren’t part of this... They... They weren’t the ones who screwed up.” The man would look Bass in the eyes.

“...You can’t guarantee what anyone will do when it comes down to it Bass. But... If it makes you makes you feel better you could always break my legs to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.” His voice was serious. “...The choice is yours alone Bass. No one can make it for you. I’ve said my piece, spoke my heart. If you can’t see us back in Abaven then that is all there is to it.”

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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