And the Cat's in the Cradle

*Valentine* · 02-04-2019, 07:33 PM

Very quickly Valentine decided this conversation would be best had if he put the larger picture out of his mind. It was hard to be sympathetic when the first thing that popped into your head and very nearly rolled out of your mouth was the opinion that maybe, just maybe, had your son not bred a weak woman or a close relative whichever had birthed the dead pup would have given birth to another live one. Very wisely he bit those words back, swallowed them and banished the overarching situation from his thoughts.

Valentine was quiet for several long moments as he remembered how he'd felt when the realization that he might never see his mate and son again had finally set in. How lonely he'd felt even in the midst of a crowd.

The old king sighed again. He hated those days. If there was a silver-lining to the dissolution of Imperium it was that none of those he'd held dear (except Rhys) had seen him at his worst. Angel had gotten a taste before Valentine had returned to Boreas, but he hadn't seen the worst of it. Rhys had - more or less - been a trooper.

"You just...do. There's no choice. It's like..." Valentine trailed off as he tried to think of something to compare the process to. "It's like healing a physical wound. You do what you can to help the process along - you try, you pretend - but in the end, it has to heal itself." He shook his head and then tried to search Rhyme's gaze. "I'm afraid I don't have an easy answer for you. The best you can do is focus on the others. Their childhood is going to go by so fast. If you're not careful you'll blink and miss it."

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