here when its hard

She was coherent and speaking, but didn’t recognise her own kid? Surely that was different from the sudden flip to rage and anger that he had seen and heard about. It was like her mind was dissolving of all the things that made her Resin.

Artorias had had to look his mother in the eye and hear her call him a stranger. “She knew.” He said honestly, and with absolute truth. “What she made here - the pack, Tamsyn, you Gwen and Rudy. This was what she wanted more than anything in life. When she first came to the Armada she was a recluse. A quiet wolf disinterested in making friends. She did late night patrols and kept to her own. Then she found Tamsyn, and she wanted more. She built this place to be the home of the virtues she believed in. Courage, justice, generosity. Kindness. You.” he touched Art lightly on the chest. “You are the embodiment of all of them, and she couldn’t be more proud of you.”

He recognized that the boy hadn’t wanted to tell him what he had found. But he did it, he did it to prepare Sirius. Even now, the boy was trying to do what was right, even when it hurt him. He knew exactly what Resin had created, and maybe he could understand a little of what Art meant - with those lost to them living on inside of them. He looked at Art, and he saw so much of what made Resin good.


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