[He glances around the room and then finally retreives his hand, looking down at it.]
It's not so strange I'd think of him here. A long time ago, I was sent here on another mission. Orphan and kidnapped children were being experimented on, cruelly, by a vile group.
[His fist clenches than relaxes.]
We rescued them all, but one boy was especially badly hurt. I cared for him here. Back then... my daughter was a little younger than him, and my wife.... was still alive. I grew so fond of the boy, I started thinking of him as a son. I wrote and asked her...
We were planning to adopt him when I brought him home. I wanted to see him grow up strong and happy. He deserved to be cherished. To experience a good home. To have a sister to spoil and mother to wipe his tears...
...I suppose some things aren't meant by fate.
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I apologize for making you listen to an old man's rambling. This place makes me more melancholy than I realized.
[He's talked too much. Is he just overly exhausted? It's true being here makes his heart ache and the situation, caring for this young man, brings it all back. Maybe it was time to talk about it, who knows. It's been an old pain for years.]
[His head is spinning. He reluctantly lets Kierean's hand go, but his eyes are focusing on some point not really within reality, as his mind races.
That's... that's him, isn't it? Kierean... thought of him as a son? Was going to adopt him? He'd had... a very different impression of the man's intentions at the time, but it wasn't like Kierean gave him any reason to think that way. It was simply the only frame of reference he had, when it came to dealing with adults.
There's a brutal pang of guilt, for thinking Kierean would take advantage of him like that. No matter how much he didn't know better. He does now and he feels disgusting, for how much he wants the man even now.
...But he's just been shown vulnerability. He can't fuck this up.]
... You have my condolences, sir. He would have been very lucky, to have a father like you.
[There's a soft look to Keirean's stoic face and he gently pats Kamukura's shoulder.]
Thank you for saying so. You wished to talk a while, what would you like to speak about?
[Hopefully something less sad! He feels a bit bad dumping all that on a sick and injured young man who has nothing to do with it. Maybe he really is getting old.]
[even softer than usual. he's embarrassed to be so needy. feels terrible about what he's discovered. but he doesn't want to let kierean out of his sight.]
Of course. Forgive me if this is disrespectful, but you're a young man. An adult and competent, yes. But it's all right to feel lonely or uncertain now and then. You needn't try to be perfect. Our factions may be enemies but right now you're simply the young knight who saved my life today. Please be at ease while you recover.
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No, I...
Don't go?
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...My condition will not suddenly worsen at this stage.
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It shouldn't. But if you feel strange then say so. Stubbornness isn't a good quality in the injured.
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I'll say. Right now I just... want to talk with you. Is that okay?
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[He sits on the edge of the bed, looking at Kamukura with a faint frown.]
It's easy to forget how young you are.... my son would have been about your age.
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You had a son...?
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[He glances around the room and then finally retreives his hand, looking down at it.]
It's not so strange I'd think of him here. A long time ago, I was sent here on another mission. Orphan and kidnapped children were being experimented on, cruelly, by a vile group.
[His fist clenches than relaxes.]
We rescued them all, but one boy was especially badly hurt. I cared for him here. Back then... my daughter was a little younger than him, and my wife.... was still alive. I grew so fond of the boy, I started thinking of him as a son. I wrote and asked her...
We were planning to adopt him when I brought him home. I wanted to see him grow up strong and happy. He deserved to be cherished. To experience a good home. To have a sister to spoil and mother to wipe his tears...
...I suppose some things aren't meant by fate.
...
I apologize for making you listen to an old man's rambling. This place makes me more melancholy than I realized.
[He's talked too much. Is he just overly exhausted? It's true being here makes his heart ache and the situation, caring for this young man, brings it all back. Maybe it was time to talk about it, who knows. It's been an old pain for years.]
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That's... that's him, isn't it? Kierean... thought of him as a son? Was going to adopt him? He'd had... a very different impression of the man's intentions at the time, but it wasn't like Kierean gave him any reason to think that way. It was simply the only frame of reference he had, when it came to dealing with adults.
There's a brutal pang of guilt, for thinking Kierean would take advantage of him like that. No matter how much he didn't know better. He does now and he feels disgusting, for how much he wants the man even now.
...But he's just been shown vulnerability. He can't fuck this up.]
... You have my condolences, sir. He would have been very lucky, to have a father like you.
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Thank you for saying so. You wished to talk a while, what would you like to speak about?
[Hopefully something less sad! He feels a bit bad dumping all that on a sick and injured young man who has nothing to do with it. Maybe he really is getting old.]
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...I don't know, admittedly. How long was I out?
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[He glances at the clock.]
Almost twelve hours. You had me a bit worried. Are you hungry?
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...I should probably eat something, regardless of hunger.
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I'll send for something easy on the stomach.
[He moves to get up.]
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Sorry...
[he lets go.]
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[In fact he only goes out of the room a moment to summon a servant before returning to sit on the edge of the bed.]
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[even softer than usual. he's embarrassed to be so needy. feels terrible about what he's discovered. but he doesn't want to let kierean out of his sight.]
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[That's hardly what he expected to hear.]
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[with an air of feverish insistence, not explanation.]
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a) hEY GMAIL TELL ME WHEN I HAVE TAGS b) HAVE I BEEN MISSPELLING KEIREAN'S NAME THIS WHOLEASS TIME??
Yes but I genuinely didn't notice and had to go check if that helps
i reread the thread and was like... wait... wAIT...
Fair
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