Reminiscing

They were yelling now. Pent up frustration and stale fear spilling over. "So you-you what. Gave everything up and ran away?" He'd gone away to heal? He'd abandoned them without a word or warning. Coward. The word thrummed through Basilisk. You went to family to heal, you didn't slink away. You did that to die.


"You bled for yourself! For your ambitions! That's what drove you to go higher, to push further. Don't suddenly pretend it was heroic" he snarled angrily, confused by this version of his father. 


His father wanted someone to fight? Fine! "Prove you aren't a coward then!" He snarled at his father, leaping forward.