Breathe

Are you losing your wits, old man? The hissing words that slipped from his son's jaws didn't surprise him. Surely Valentine had to hate him, didn't he? After all he'd practically abandoned his son as a pup and left him to figure life out on his own. It was only natural for his eldest son to harbor some kind of resentment towards him. Is that why you wandered off; too stupid to find your way home? If that's the case, maybe we were better off without you. He could hear the intentions behind his son's words, the want for the cobalt titan to hurt. And he did. It pained him to his very core to hear such words of malice come from his own flesh and blood, but he didn't hold it against Valentine. His son was entitled to his feelings, just like Maija was.


Flashbacks of his unexpected reunion with his ex-wife flashed through his mind. This reunion with his son nearly mirrored the one with Maija, but instead of allowing Valentine to know just how much his words were hurting the scarred warrior, Taurig kept his emotions buried deep behind a cool mask. No one had to know how much he hurt, much less that he had any feelings to speak of anymore. It appears that my absence has served you well if you've managed to forge a pack for yourself. Despite not outwardly saying, the titan was more than proud of his son for having been able to stake his claim. It was almost as if he were following in his father's pawsteps, although he hoped that Valentine would have more success with actually keeping his pack.


"Burn Baby Burn"