outcasted · open
”—Died?" She need hear only that single word for her spirits to sink lower yet.
No. No, no, no — that’s not right. It can’t be right. She has said time and time again - whether to herself or to this mistakenly-chosen stranger - that her son was close by her side the last she remembers. He couldn’t possibly have gone far. True enough, her own thoughts have been inclined somewhat to such questions as ‘what would become of him?’, but all this is nothing more than the natural worry of a mother; in no seriousness did she believe that any harm (least of all the ultimate harm of death) had really befallen him. He’s a good boy, after all, restlessly curious but just as sensible in his explorations. If he is lost, he will wait for her to come to him, as she has told him to do.
So it is surely this man here who is lying. Perhaps he is correct insofar as the rest of the land from which she hails is gone, but as long as Mär is safe… Well, she couldn’t care less.
The more time Therese spends with him, frankly the more she finds him— really rather repulsive, quite simply. If it is not enough for him to deliver the news of her son’s death - only supposed, she would much hasten to add -, he has to then do it in such a manner that is so heartless, so without care that she feels something in her very gut protest against engaging in any further conversation with this one. Even were this not the case, there would remain that arrogance air about him: indeed, he hasn’t take the time (let alone the sensitivity, suffice to say) to attempt to explain what unfamiliar circumstances she has been so cruelly displaced to; he persists with this talk of playing families, with an unabashed disregard for the fact that she has an actual son to care for.
…Yet however much she might like, even might need to find somebody with the capacity for compassion to help her, she remains in his company. It’s her damned stubbornness, she thinks — she should like to know more about her current situation, but that can easily wait.
"No, it’s clear to me now," despite herself, only slightly does her voice sound strained for what growing frustration bubbles beneath the surface. There’s a defiant glimmer in her eye as she looks upon him, though still does she manage to hold her polite posture. "You are only playing at father, mein Herr. No man who has reared a child since birth would be so distant — and even then, if what you say is true and you have indeed been entrusted with the care of a child, I have to pity the poor dear. Perhaps I am not wasting your time, but it feels as though you are now wasting mine.” Her words are brusque, yes, but just so, she is tired of getting nowhere with this one. If this final attempt of hers still proves futile, and she does fail to inspire any emotional response from his part, then that will be that, and she will move on with her search.
Not without first passing a sigh and pursing her lips does she pose an ultimatum. “…Very well, then. Where might I find this ‘family’ of mine,so I can appeal to them for help? Because I refuse to simply wait and be patient, however much of a virtue it is said to be.”
Is he too harsh about this? Honestly, maybe he knows that he's being this way and an acquaintance of his isn't here to tone down the tension. He awaits to see how she reacts and yet, it's what he's thinking since she's very obsessed with the idea of a son. Why are parents such hostile creatures when it comes to children, he doesn't understand at all. Since his own parents were people he didn't care about and he knew that they hated him for what he is and what he was in his early youth. Then we have these parents who act as if they care when naturally all beings that devote their life to such people are the worst inside.
A brow raises when she speaks, stating that he's the one who doesn't know the true key of raising a child from birth. Violet hues stare at the female as he raises a hand to his chin as if thinking, "Hm, you could be right and you could be wrong. But telling you which one is correct is for you to find out, I don't have to help educate you on myself when you're the one with the 'supposed' missing child. I should know more about you, no?" Though when she speaks of the child in his care, "I have no qualms with him, he's an understandable child from what I've seen. There is another.. but I've yet to meet her."
Azusa is a different type of child is what Shuu's able to confirm, he doesn't work like everyone else and this is what intrigues the Partridge. Not many people are worth his time and effort but he knows when he has to look into a certain few. Pursed lips now brought upon his features hearing that he's wasting her time, he shakes his head. "You aren't, you're just making things rather amusing than wasting either of our time. Along with me, stating you facts than wasting it." A sigh, "Though, some people aren't as appreciative as some others."
It's true, the way she acts and not listening would be the worst outcome for her. More so, what if he was someone much more crueler and led her astray? She should be honored that no lies has left from his lips as of yet. Yet is the keyword of all of this since if he has no more reason to deal with her, state that the child she's been looking for could be in a place to see where he is. A made up place, it doesn't matter because it isn't like she'll see her again for her to place her anger on him.
"Upon coming here, did you gain a list of names of the people you'd be living with? Perhaps, I know who they are and can take you to them." The doctor finally places his hands back into his coat's pocket, "As much as you care for children, I don't see why they haven't found you a family so you have to be with someone."
