[Sometimes, the things you had once wished to know the most are the things that cut the deepest. And if he could go back in time, rewind it by just a few minutes, knowing what he does know, he would have stopped his traitorous tongue from ever speaking those words.
It doesn't work that way. And now that knowledge is locked forever within his mind.
Drautos, he's in your hands.
Those words echo along side it. Words spoken to a man who he had thought could be trusted. Who he believed would help to keep his father safe.]
What about - [But his voice shakes. Trembles so much that he has to cut it off. To stop speaking before some other emotion comes along with it.] What about Clarus? Why wasn't he with him?
[Shield of the king. Meant to protect and serve. To stop anything that tried to reach the king. Why wasn't he there? Was he -
No. No. Clarus was the father of his own shield. Someone who had fallen trying to protect their home. He refused to think that man would have betrayed them. Would have ever been anything but loyal.
All his father had been was another sacrifice made in his name. Another means to an end. A life forfeited to ensure the ring was received by the chosen king. Passed into Luna's hand and kept safe at the cost of three lives.
It was too steep.]
Don't answer that. [Because he knows why. There was only one singular thing that would ever make a shield leave their kings side. Which meant that Clarus had fallen before his father. Bought him a little more time. Made it so he could get to Luna. Could keep her safe. Help Nyx get her away.
Both hands lift, palms pressing against his eyes, as if he can somehow stop the flow of tears that threaten to start with the pressure along. There had never been anyone in his entire life that he missed more than he did his father.]
You know, when I was young, I never felt as safe as I did with my dad. It was like he could defeat anything. I always thought the ring would take him from me. Nothing else could touch him. [Why is he even saying all of this? Sitting here, trapped in this sham of an after life, in front of one of the few, scare sources of light. Spilling his soul to a man he barely even knew.
Maybe it was because everyone else was too close to him. Only saw that he needed to be strong and not the strength his father held.]
Thank you. For being there with him. I'm glad. That he had one of his glaives with him in the end.
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It doesn't work that way. And now that knowledge is locked forever within his mind.
Drautos, he's in your hands.
Those words echo along side it. Words spoken to a man who he had thought could be trusted. Who he believed would help to keep his father safe.]
What about - [But his voice shakes. Trembles so much that he has to cut it off. To stop speaking before some other emotion comes along with it.] What about Clarus? Why wasn't he with him?
[Shield of the king. Meant to protect and serve. To stop anything that tried to reach the king. Why wasn't he there? Was he -
No. No. Clarus was the father of his own shield. Someone who had fallen trying to protect their home. He refused to think that man would have betrayed them. Would have ever been anything but loyal.
All his father had been was another sacrifice made in his name. Another means to an end. A life forfeited to ensure the ring was received by the chosen king. Passed into Luna's hand and kept safe at the cost of three lives.
It was too steep.]
Don't answer that. [Because he knows why. There was only one singular thing that would ever make a shield leave their kings side. Which meant that Clarus had fallen before his father. Bought him a little more time. Made it so he could get to Luna. Could keep her safe. Help Nyx get her away.
Both hands lift, palms pressing against his eyes, as if he can somehow stop the flow of tears that threaten to start with the pressure along. There had never been anyone in his entire life that he missed more than he did his father.]
You know, when I was young, I never felt as safe as I did with my dad. It was like he could defeat anything. I always thought the ring would take him from me. Nothing else could touch him. [Why is he even saying all of this? Sitting here, trapped in this sham of an after life, in front of one of the few, scare sources of light. Spilling his soul to a man he barely even knew.
Maybe it was because everyone else was too close to him. Only saw that he needed to be strong and not the strength his father held.]
Thank you. For being there with him. I'm glad. That he had one of his glaives with him in the end.