VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
Dark brows furrow as Isla informs him that she isn’t new here. He isn’t too sure what she means by that, given the fact that he has never seen her before, and it truly hasn’t been that long (to Varus, of course) since he’d shut down. She sets down her tools, though, and Varus suddenly feels like he’s about to be told something either great, or quite terrible.
Turns out it’s a bit of both.
“What?” He asks, truthfully not knowing what “PC” means and somewhat too out of his mind to ask. She goes on to explain and he remains silent for some time, chewing on his lower lip in consideration. “...What happened from the war, then?” He pauses, swallowing hard despite not needing it. “If… The war happened and you started counting the years from then… I—” A hiccup of a laugh leaves him and he leans back, resting his head on the back of the chair, eyes shutting tight. “Then I’m over 312 years old? What the fuck— What season is it?” He asks. It had been Longheat when he’d ran into battle. And now?
Now he doesn’t know what PC means, doesn’t know who won the war and what happened. But it certainly means the injury to his arm is over three hundred years old.
Turns out it’s a bit of both.
“What?” He asks, truthfully not knowing what “PC” means and somewhat too out of his mind to ask. She goes on to explain and he remains silent for some time, chewing on his lower lip in consideration. “...What happened from the war, then?” He pauses, swallowing hard despite not needing it. “If… The war happened and you started counting the years from then… I—” A hiccup of a laugh leaves him and he leans back, resting his head on the back of the chair, eyes shutting tight. “Then I’m over 312 years old? What the fuck— What season is it?” He asks. It had been Longheat when he’d ran into battle. And now?
Now he doesn’t know what PC means, doesn’t know who won the war and what happened. But it certainly means the injury to his arm is over three hundred years old.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
