the lullaby
Don't you worry Mateo, the actual mindreaders are very much enjoying this.
"Neppure io." Remi hisses in return, throwing up one hand (and it's lucky that he stopped himself from raising both lest he spills his drink).
Falling silent as his son twists and turns their family crisis into something he can make all about him, Remi finds himself biting back more and more colourful turns of phrase. "Si." The Bastion interrupts. "Because others did write to us, asking about Flora. They sent letters, showed up at her door. But you know who did not send letters?" Remi raises his eyebrows. "Those who knew we would not stand for it." The likes of Deimos and Isla, and, Remi had wrongly assumed, his own son.
"E non mi aspettavo che pensassi che tutto questo riguardasse te, Mateo.." Contrary to his son's line of thinking, Remi doesn't think Mateo is entitled to even one ounce of his self-righteous pity party. "I did not send word because in no world did I ever think you would believe Ronin and I would let her remain dead. Tu sai meglio di così.."
Watching Mateo drain and toss his cup, Remi isn't prepared for the vitriol that sings from his lips next, such that he crushes the paper cup in his grip, spilling hot cider onto his fingers and the grass beneath. "Your sister has just come back from the dead, Mateo. Maybe instead of making this all about you, you go and see how she is doing, mm?"
"Neppure io." Remi hisses in return, throwing up one hand (and it's lucky that he stopped himself from raising both lest he spills his drink).
Falling silent as his son twists and turns their family crisis into something he can make all about him, Remi finds himself biting back more and more colourful turns of phrase. "Si." The Bastion interrupts. "Because others did write to us, asking about Flora. They sent letters, showed up at her door. But you know who did not send letters?" Remi raises his eyebrows. "Those who knew we would not stand for it." The likes of Deimos and Isla, and, Remi had wrongly assumed, his own son.
"E non mi aspettavo che pensassi che tutto questo riguardasse te, Mateo.." Contrary to his son's line of thinking, Remi doesn't think Mateo is entitled to even one ounce of his self-righteous pity party. "I did not send word because in no world did I ever think you would believe Ronin and I would let her remain dead. Tu sai meglio di così.."
Watching Mateo drain and toss his cup, Remi isn't prepared for the vitriol that sings from his lips next, such that he crushes the paper cup in his grip, spilling hot cider onto his fingers and the grass beneath. "Your sister has just come back from the dead, Mateo. Maybe instead of making this all about you, you go and see how she is doing, mm?"
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
