Mystic’s words were like a knife directly to his chest. He felt so guilty... He knew her feelings. But dammit didn’t his have any part to play in this as well? He’d shift his head to the side, feeling hurt mix with the guilt. Anger. He would feel claws bite into the soil, tears forming in his eyes. He would squeeze them closed, face twisting in frustration. A growl was given, though not necessarily in anger. No, it was more pained than anything.
“You don’t understand them! That’s they’re way of life, how they were raised! How can you say it’s wrong just because you were raised different?!” Hypnos would shake some, letting the tears roll down his cheeks as he looked at her.
“They fight for what they see as right. To live in the moment. If you want to protect your family then you need to become stronger, Mystic. If you make judgments on other and turn your back on the world for it being different then what do you expect to learn? How do you expect to become stronger and have the will to protect your family if you don’t accept change?” Hypnos would turn his head away.
He didn’t want her to see him cry. He hated yelling at her, feeling a choking feeling in his throat. “In the end there is no good and bad... Mystic... Only different ways that all of us are raised. Different views and beliefs that we all have. They tried to make you a slave because you didn’t want to fight. Because you didn’t show the courage and strength to prove otherwise.” Hypnos would squeeze his eyes closed.
“How do you expect to protect your family like that!?”
