Reminiscing

Basilisk couldn’t deny the frustration he felt at the twists and turns of his fathers words. The Azure he remembered had been straightforward. Whatever his father had been through, it had changed him. All he wanted was answers, and what few he had managed to pry lose were grim. His father did not regret the loss of Hana, or his siblings. Basilisk did and he wasn’t sure that they could reconcile with this gaping difference in opinion between them.

“Then why did you leave, Dad? What kept you away?” He asked, voice quiet. More subdued now that Azure had beaten him down. He had come to think of himself as stronger. The size he had grown into had given him a sense of strength that his father had immediately denied. Quieter still, Basilisk asked the most important question of them all. “What now?”


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