What does family mean?

His blood was boiling with anger towards the boy. His body quivering, wanting to lash out but not understanding how. He held himself back, blinking his hardened eyes to try and calm himself down, to focus. How could Rudyard understand where he came from? He had a perfect family, in his words, and hadn't lost a soul in the way he had. Grimshaw didn't think of that when he lashed out on the boy, but his anger was too strong for him. He had a lot of anger holed up and needed something to release it on. His snarl relaxed and he sighed, taking a few steps back as the boy before him appeared defeated and seemed lost in thought.

Finally an admittance of being wrong came from the smaller boy and a bit of sass rang out in his own head, but he bit his tongue from saying the words and being a smartass. The boy continued speaking a moment later, about how he'd still want a family, or at least others. Fortunately, he wasn't alone. He had Bowen. Bowen was there for them the night he was brought back, laid with him and kept him comfortable through the night so the nightmares wouldn't return. Before he only had his mother, and now he only had Bowen. That was enough, right? He feared letting too many in would result in the same fate as his mother when he couldn't protect everyone. Bowen was small, easy to protect with his massive size. He couldn't protect everyone from the same fate as his mother.

He got probably the best next thing to an apology from the boy, but it hardly made him feel better. Of course his thoughts consisted primarily of his loss and mother in general, but Rudy had only made it worse today. Anger filled his bones and boiled his blood today. He needed to unleash it on something. Maybe someone would teach him a thing or two today.


"Speech!"

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