And the Cat's in the Cradle
02-09-2019, 04:58 PM
In response to Rhyme's words Valentine simply nodded. Moving on could very well end up being the hardest thing Rhyme ever had to do. It was strange to think that a child, someone who was meant to outlive their parents, wouldn't do that. That they would be a child forever. Never grow up, never have their own children, never grow old. From experience Valentine knew that dwelling on such thoughts was crippling. He hated to think that Rhyme was in the grips of those thoughts now. "Do you love your children, Rhyme?" Of course Valentine knew he did. He was asking with a point in mind. "Whenever things are hard, remember what that feels like. How you felt the first time you saw them. The first smile. Their laughter. A favorite game. That one annoying thing they do because they know it'll get a rise out of you. Nothing can ever take those moments away from you." He searched Rhyme's gaze and his own became impassioned. "But, if you aren't careful, if you let those hard times win, you'll miss moments like those and one day you'll be old like me and you'll look back with regret." Valentine's voice was soft but the strength of his emotion was nearly tangible. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.