Lying is still a sin

speech

"You're such a fucking bastard Blaise." Célestin approached his brother and sister, his voice even as he spoke though his eyes betrayed the pain he felt. "Though is suppose we all are now." He flashed his sister a grin, trying to play up the joke.

It had been hard to miss the loud argument his mother and brother had gotten themselves into. He and Torin had been having a spar, so his uncle could asses his skills after the meeting. His uncle must have seen the way the fight had affected him though as he sent him off to find his siblings.

It wasn't as though he was truly shocked, the boy had always known that they weren't... well planned, they didn't have a proper father to speak of and there had to be a reason for their mother's paranoia, but to hear it confirmed had still been a shock. Still...

"So what? You're just going to take your anger out on everyone here just because you've arbitrarily decided that not being told about our father is some kind of crime." He felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. "I'm fucking angry too! But you ever think that maybe the reason they never told anyone was because they thought we'd react just like this? You haven't even spoken to any of us in nearly a whole year, but fuck I guess everything's about you isn't it? YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE AFFECTED BY THIS!" He hadn't expected to start yelling, but the more he thought about it the more angry he got. Blaise was being a selfish bastard, but why he should be so worked up about it when that's the only version of his brother he'd ever met he didn't know.

"Don't fucking try to bring Priscilla into this when you've never once cared about any of us..." The next words he said were cruel, that he knew but he couldn't stop them and they tumbled from his lips. "You have no right to be angry at mom claiming she doesn't care about us when you've never ever cared about a single one of us. How are you any fucking different?"