Breathe
11-15-2014, 08:56 PM
If his words caused damage the emotional wounds didn't break the chilly surface. Instead his father's face remained smooth and passive, offering a resistance that only served to heighten Valentine's ill intentions. The brute wished to strike him, to force the blind man to the ground, to his knees, and make him beg for forgiveness. A battle raged inside; a war between good and evil playing out in his very soul. Taurig's suffering could be sweet and satisfying, irreparably blackening his heart, or forgiveness could set them both free. The boy, the child longed for revenge just as strongly as he ached for reconciliation. His father's next words drew a derisive snort from him. "Served me well? That's like saying your blindness has made you a more capable person." What all had he missed out on because his father hadn't been there to teach him? How much potential had he outgrown? No, he hadn't been "served well" by his father's absence; he'd merely adapted, just as his father had adapted to the loss of his sight. Was he better because of it? Certainly not. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.