are we having any fun yet

VARUS

tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?

A hum of agreement leaves his throat when it comes to their bodies alerting them to the things that are wrong. As for the rest of it, though? He can’t help himself. He has to pull out the stops. He’s been gone three hundred years and missed out on quite a lot of bullshittery. What he doesn’t expect, however, is for her to hit him with his own arm.

The one still attached rises to try and block it, but he misses and the arm smacks him right on the shoulder next to the neck and Varus sinks back into the chair with a barking round of laughter. One that creases the edge of his eyes and leaves him still a few moments longer as he regains some sort of composure, eyeing her warily (quite playfully so) when the arm is given to him to inspect.

There’s still a grin on his face tough as he peers up at her. “I’m good without the sling. Does make quite the decent weapon, though.” He waves the arm as if for emphasis, chuckling again before he sets it in his lap. “I’m sorry Isla, I had to.” He sits up a bit more fully, regarding the feeling without having the weight of the second arm to balance him.

tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?