The children undying, they smile through their crying

*Ganta* · 11-12-2022, 02:44 PM

After Ganta had explained what had become of him, his father’s comment earned him a small nod. As a youth Ganta had sought to live a path different from his father, trying to act as though they weren’t of the same blood. And yet? They weren’t so different. They were still family, and Ganta regretted not spending more time with the man. Sin wasn’t so bad, really. A bit power-hungry, but given where they came from was that really so surprising? Even Ganta had ambitions for a pack back then. No, they were a father and son, sure enough. He gave a small, somber nod as Sin told him of his fall.

“You’re not wrong.” Ganta said softly. “As packs rise, they fall too. Some quickly, far too quickly… but that is the way of things, I’m afraid.” He fell quiet, letting Sin speak once more as his pale gaze became sorrowful.

“I wish I could say she did… she wouldn’t come with me after your death… or anyone, as far as I knew. Her loyalty to you was unrivaled.” He lowered his gaze. Thinking of Arietta, how she had likely withered away, wasting away to a corpse… It pained him. “I’m sure she’s still looking for you, you know.” He told his dad. “Even if she’s in another plane. Mom loved you a lot, that much was plain to see.” He fell quiet for a moment, then sighed.

“I think I went to hell too. I’ve yet to find Roza, and though I saw my daughter…” He fell quiet, his gaze seeming distant. Yeah, maybe they weren’t so different after all. “...do you ever wonder… if there is a way for us to come back? To start over?” The man asked his dad, shifting his gaze back to him.

"Talk," 'Think.'

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