Cont. from @flow3rbound (x)
Not once in a million years had Dex ever expected to see him again. They had both been so young when it happened, not even considered adults really, both thrust into a situation that neither of them had wanted. He had always know that he was nor born into this life, that it was forced upon him when he was only a small child, but it had become the only life he knew. Raised by the crew, treated as a son by the captain, he owed them his life yet, though grateful as he was for their shelter and guidance, part of him found that he wished they had let him drown all those years ago. Meeting Milo had been the first experience he had with tenderness, his first encounter that he recalled with someone who was untainted by the ways of the sea, with someone whose first thought was violence. It had allowed Dex to show the side of him that always wanted to shine, the kind nature that he had long buried beneath the surface to avoid the beatings. Milo had been so scared, locked away and held for ransom, and Dex had done what he could to try and comfort the other young man. But even after Milo had been returned to his home, to his family, the memories never left him. Dex was plagued by the fact that he did not try harder to help Milo, that he didn't do something more to help him escape. He had tried his best to bury those feelings down, and yet now, he found himself staring right into those same eyes.
"But I was still party to it... I was involved, no matter what I did to try and make it right. You suffered. You never deserved that."
