Broken Angel
01-18-2015, 12:00 AM
Walk | Talk | Think She tried to be optimistic, tried to be kind and considerate the way she had been with Eostre when she was in her frightful moods, but this boy's mind seemed even more sour than Arnporr's had been. He was unwilling to listen to her, unwilling to think that things might actually turn out better for him in the future, as if someone he was already cursed by the gods with terrible luck and forced to live with it for the rest of the his days. Bearcub's frown deepened slightly at his stubbornness, though she merely sighed herself. She might need a new tactic with this one. "You're right," she answered, her voice stern as she lifted her head and chin upward with a stubborn tilt. "You won't get adopted now, and you don't need to. You can't be any younger than me, so you're old enough to make your own choices," she told him bluntly, leaving no room for argument as she kept on talking, "and you certainly won't get any help if you keep that sour attitude. No one's going to be able to help you if you won't even try to help yourself." There. She said it, and maybe even a little nicer than it had first sounded in her head. But she felt being truthful, painfully so, might have been the only way to get through to this stubborn boy and maybe make him see that he was now the cause of his own misery by not acting to make anything better. |
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