“ You’ve got to be kidding—
That alone just meant he was near his father and–
that was something he did not want to deal with.
It was already a shock learning exactly who his mother was or well
learning she is not what they said she was.
They always spoke nice stories of her childhood- how much they loved her.
But they couldn’t save her and she increasingly let the darkness consume her light.
Making it sound as if she were dead this whole time.
Just the way the phrased it.
Too much for his own mind to handle..
Rubbing his temples as a painful head ache grew.
“ I doubt he’ll bother me,
obviously if he never made any efforts in the past.
He can continue to act as if I don’t exist.
Must….he know I am here…Ugh.”
“For now, at least. I don’t really see him holding the position long.” Not after this.
Breha would argue the stories her family told; fairy tales to make themselves seem the victors. Or victims. Tales of how they tried to save her, to bring her back to the light when in reality? They had tried to end her.
Tried to kill her because they feared her. Feared her potential. She bet that same potential resided in her son. How else had he managed to survive?
“I believe it’s a little too late to hide you from him as he knows you’ve come aboard. But you need not speak to him. Besides, I foresee most of your time being taken up by me. As I would like to train you. Provided that is something you’d like...”