Horrible Kids
“The pack was ALREADY gone. Father was ALREADY dead!” Ganta countered hotly. Oh yes he’d been there at that challenge when Sin was killed… and for what? To watch his already broken family shatter into more pieces as it fell apart. His lips quivered, his mind, body, and soul practically on fire at his brother’s words. “Shut up. You don’t know anything! It will last. She doesn’t judge me…” But even as Ganta spoke those words he remembered Kreft, how quick the other had been to turn on him…
“…and you won’t touch Shiro. Even if he’s a bit cracked now… He’s still stronger than you think.” Something about Enigma’s words had fear welling up inside Ganta. He could picture his father and the man that took his life… the man who had been Arian’s husband. He could see Enigma facing him like that, and honestly the thought made Ganta sick. Why couldn’t the past remain the past, and they all go on to a future? Why did it always have to be about spilling more blood?
“The faults of the father do not pass to the children unless they make themselves like him. I am NOT like Sin. I will not be cruel and take from those who don’t deserve such hurts. Father was cruel, cold, and a bastard. He got what he deserved, and one day so will you!” Why did it hurt so much when he said that though? Was it because some part of him still yearned for a normal family? He could feel hot tears prick at his eyes as he took a step back, fighting within himself about wanting to attack Enigma and just running out of there. |
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