what am i supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Rhyme felt odd drifting into the past as Theory asked her questions in innocence. He let go of his present self and delved into a long life lived. He had waited a long time to open up about his past and her ancestors, little known to him she had met many of them. ”Your grandmother, Rhythm.” Rhyme wasn’t sure how he felt about his parents anymore. Numb? In his mind his mother chose his father over him and his father chose his name over his son. He didn’t want to see Valentine again, let alone speak with him. He’d judged his grandchildren before he’d even met them. Rhyme didn’t believe Valentine had a right to see them grow up after that.

Now that they were a year old he wouldn’t try and hide the past from them. They were old enough to lead a pack, they could decide who they wanted in their life. ”No, I’ve only been in Abaven for a couple of years.” He sighed heavily and settled down. ”Before that I was held captive along with my mother. For a long time.” His gaze was distant as his past flashed before his eyes. All the atrocities witness, all of them that he had committed… ”I was born in a pack called Imperium. Led by your grandfather, Valentine.” He offered the simple tale, slightly in a daze as he spilled out his story. She could ask all the questions she wanted, and he would answer.