You are not alone
She couldn't decide what was mor surprising: his laughter or admitting to being an alcoholic. On one hand, the laughter cut through the tension like a sledgehammer against a thick pane of ice, cutting fractures and vibrations through the dense wall. On the other hand, everyone in Caido drank, and although it was hard to find an empty bar on the entire continent, she'd rarely heard of people calling it an addiction. Even she could drink her weight in liquor and barely feel it, but that was just another Tuesday.
Blinking, she took in the information with muted interest, sharing her unfiltered opinion with a flick of her tail. "That sucks." But it didn't stop her from taking another swig of her bourbon, figuring his problems didn't need to impact her pleasure.
Thal stayed silent through his little external thought process. It was hard to dispute what he said when she still didn't know or care enough. All she could definitively say was "You're right." The words were flat, unwavering, and blunt. If it really was his daughter and he hadn't been there for her through whatever trauma had altered her memory, Thal would easily label him one of the worst fathers, failing in his duties in such spectacular fashion that he might deserve to suffer this way. And yet, the question still arose, the one that could possibly change everything: "What are you going to do about it?" Would he wallow more in self-pity? Abandon her again? Or get his ass in gear and find a way to make up for lost time?
Blinking, she took in the information with muted interest, sharing her unfiltered opinion with a flick of her tail. "That sucks." But it didn't stop her from taking another swig of her bourbon, figuring his problems didn't need to impact her pleasure.
Thal stayed silent through his little external thought process. It was hard to dispute what he said when she still didn't know or care enough. All she could definitively say was "You're right." The words were flat, unwavering, and blunt. If it really was his daughter and he hadn't been there for her through whatever trauma had altered her memory, Thal would easily label him one of the worst fathers, failing in his duties in such spectacular fashion that he might deserve to suffer this way. And yet, the question still arose, the one that could possibly change everything: "What are you going to do about it?" Would he wallow more in self-pity? Abandon her again? Or get his ass in gear and find a way to make up for lost time?
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
