I can mend wounds, but can I mend our hearts?

"Talk" Walk

He bit back a retort at her words, though he couldn't help the eyeroll as she came in to tend to him. Great. Like he hadn't been chastised enough in his life! “...You hurt all of us, you know.” His good ear twitched when she said that. Though he wasn't quite sure what she meant just yet, he was ready to spit back a rather...heated reply, but she continued before he could. “I won’t speak for Aresenn and Diablo, but your disappointment cut deeper than any wound, especially when I’ve only ever cared about making you proud.” Ah fuck. She was going to talk about feelings? That...wasn't exactly his forte. Though deep down inside, he supposed he could relate. He swore he had been in a very similar position back when he was a kid, trying his best to please his father who just didn't seem to be pleased with anything. Was he turning into Elias? Honestly, he had blocked out alot of his childhood, and only really remembered Abaven, and everything that came after that. He remained quiet, however, as she worked and talked. He dared not look at her yet. Or say anything. He didn't know what to say. Not yet at least.

He'd wince as she touched the edges of his wound, listening to her as she told him about her blacking out, nearly drowning, getting saved by Sparrow's kid...wanting to make him proud. He heaved a big sigh, closing his eyes as he contemplated pretending like he'd fallen asleep so he wouldn't have to answer. But he couldn't bring himself to ignore what she was saying. Had she figured it out yet that they weren't exactly...normal? That they likely had cursed blood? He wanted to sit up to say something, but when he moved, his back hurt, and she was still working on him. So he remained where he was. "I am sorry that you feel that way." And before she could say anything to chew him out, he continued. "But I am proud of you. You have been working hard...bettering yourself...that's more than I can say for Diablo...and myself."

Diablo, despite getting chewed out over and over, just didn't fucking get it. But Rivin and Aresenn? They seemed to be doing well, all things considered. Or as well as they could be with what they were plagued with. "I know you're struggling. And it didn't help when I ignored the needs of you and your brothers when I went off in a fruitless search for your mother and brother." In that field, he had definitely failed all of them. He should've known better than to repeat a mistake. Gallivanting off and leaving his first litter to fend for themselves instead of sticking around to raise them the way he should've. He lowered his head onto his forepaws, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm...glad your friends with Jack. Maybe he'll bring you a sense of normalcy in your life...you seem to be fond of each other." He commented almost absentmindedly.