You are not alone
At least the admission brought some sort of emotion to his face, the distance closing until he almost looked like he was living in the present again. She rewarded it with a bit more truth, a short, vague response. "This one wasn't in the Tundra." Perhaps he'd take it to mean one had wandered off where it shouldn't have, or perhaps he'd read more into the words she wasn't saying, but she didn't give any indication she planned to say more.
Her gaze lingered on Liam, watching the light leak from his eyes, the memories wash over him in a way that almost had her feeling sorry for him. She waited, curious if he would talk and whether it would be to explain or tell her where to shove it, and yet he continued to sit, slowly sinking deeper into a darkness she couldn't see.
It was only when she began to lose hope - when she was taking a resigned sip of her alcohol - that he spoke, his confession causing her motions to slow. "Damn. Surprised you didn't down that drink the moment it was in front of you." The words were a defense, a lightening of the mood with a rough acceptance of his struggles that she wouldn't comfort or soften.
Lowering her glass, Thal gave a dismissive shrug. "Maybe it wasn't her." She said it without any gentleness or coddling. It wasn't like she knew or cared enough about whether this girl turned out to be his daughter, but it made her wonder what it must have been like for Athena to see her face, to see the blank anger where there might have once been love and joy. The image stuck with her, something akin to sympathy causing her flat tone to add, "but there are plenty of reasons she might not have recognized you."
Her gaze lingered on Liam, watching the light leak from his eyes, the memories wash over him in a way that almost had her feeling sorry for him. She waited, curious if he would talk and whether it would be to explain or tell her where to shove it, and yet he continued to sit, slowly sinking deeper into a darkness she couldn't see.
It was only when she began to lose hope - when she was taking a resigned sip of her alcohol - that he spoke, his confession causing her motions to slow. "Damn. Surprised you didn't down that drink the moment it was in front of you." The words were a defense, a lightening of the mood with a rough acceptance of his struggles that she wouldn't comfort or soften.
Lowering her glass, Thal gave a dismissive shrug. "Maybe it wasn't her." She said it without any gentleness or coddling. It wasn't like she knew or cared enough about whether this girl turned out to be his daughter, but it made her wonder what it must have been like for Athena to see her face, to see the blank anger where there might have once been love and joy. The image stuck with her, something akin to sympathy causing her flat tone to add, "but there are plenty of reasons she might not have recognized you."
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
