very young, yet unmistakably aged
modesty
Bard
03-09-2024, 11:05 PM
The Pirates certainly had a different take on medicine. Dread had abandoned those studies as a child, but his interests could be... casual. Recreational, too, maybe. Hell, maybe he'd become more openminded yet. Between that, and the fact that his in-laws had allowed him to remain without much fuss, Dread found his approach to them fresh. New. Like he was seeing the Raiders with fresh eyes, as he walked among them. Taking a seat opposite Modesty, and taking a sip of his tea, Dread wills himself to relax. Right, the herbs would help with that, not that he was able to pick up on it quite yet. The words that come are heavy, metallic where they rest on his tongue. "I met Bellamy for the first time just after the murder of her husband, shortly before joining Deluge. She looked unsteady then, and it sounds like she hasn't gotten any better." Dread drew a long breath. "Haydee is just a kid-- my age, a little younger." His tone is contemplative, a bit darker around the edges. Tasting like something... something different. A bit like choosing his own fate. "Grief can bring out the worst in us-- that's not an excuse, Modesty. It's a condemnation." Dread's gaze lands on Modesty's, hoping that his point rings clear. Rings true. It's weighty, and rests in his chest as he speaks. His concern is that they're beyond reason, driven by grief and whatever else brewed in Auster. A girl wearing rose colored glasses and a widow, who'd maimed a child that was good-as his sister at this point. Weighty words, from the young man. |
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