You Won't Let Me Stay Down, You'll Pick Me Back Up

This was all a bunch of stupidness! Shrike was in a sour mood, feeling even more foolish after the most recent Italian lesson by his father. He was laying upon the earth, curled up in a ball as he glared at whatever made noise around him. It wasn't fair that his siblings understood Italian so much easier than he did! It wasn't fair! He would huff, letting out a small noise that was almost like pouting. It just.. wasn't... fair. He felt like a complete loser. A failure as Bass' son. Sure his uncle Allen said that he would help train him and Limno was trying to help but it all felt pointless!

Shrike was starting to realize {not that he would admit it to anyone else} that he wasn't as tough and top notch as he thought he was. He would get up, huffing as he kicked at some plant. He'd glance out towards the rapids, thinking to himself if he just ran away... would they miss him? Would they be better off? He was just a loser anyway? He would flop his rear end on the ground and stare out across the land in a brooding manner.

This. Sucked.

"Speech,"
'Thoughts'
"Italian"