Warja. Covari. Not one bit of this conversation made any sense at all to the poor child and he still failed to see why on earth it was important to stay. Would dragging his father out really make a difference would Soliloquy really be able to help? This strange male didn't seem to to be overly keen on this little gathering either and Shakespeare honestly couldn't blame him. Forget his father, he wanted his mother. Golden eyes would glance down that path that had led him here hoping that perhaps she would appear to save him from this mess he had walked into.
