'cause i'm stuttering
09-05-2017, 05:15 AM
It was strange to be the one needing comforting. It wasn't like he'd been the only one affected here -- and yet somehow it felt like he'd suffered more loss and abandonment than anyone. He was quiet for a moment as they padded on, listening to how she felt. He felt equally torn between being furious and sad, lingering enough between them that he mostly felt numb right now. "I doubt they're coming back, either," Lark admitted carefully after a moment. Perhaps it was for the best? No, it definitely wasn't, but he couldn't do the whole coming and going thing that he'd done with his mother. If their father was gone, it had to be for good, not something that'd change in a few weeks, and Sparrow seemed to think it wouldn't. They could talk about how angry they were for hours, but would it truly do any good? Not really. Lark was glad when she shifted the discussion, asking if she'd made the right choice. He considered for a moment as they paused their aimless wandering, sea-green gaze fixing on her seriously. "You did make the right choice," he reassured her calmly, confidently. A Destruction was always meant to rule Abaven - he'd never felt right knowing Bass had given Vali the pack to rule. "And maybe this will give you what you haven't always been able to find here." Maybe it'd keep her from running, like the rest of them did; it certainly would keep him here. His gaze was probing as he watched her further. What if she failed? A good question, but he shrugged it off. "No use thinking about that now. You'll always have me as a loyal follower, no matter what you do." He meant that - family loyalty came above almost everything. Especially loyalty to the family that remained now. "I think you'll make a fine leader, Sparrow. I'll help you, too, if I have to." |