A Bitter Past
A smile played against her lips as his rant came to a close. “You see much of his father in him, don’t you?”
His eyes bore into her, speaking volumes above what his words could.
It was an act. The false sense of annoyance he projected was only a cover-up for the hurt he still felt all these years later. His charade only made her laugh, lighting a true flame in his chest. “Oh please, Bellec. There’s no shame in being a bit nostalgic. I see much of Charles in him as well but do not let that cloud your mind. They are not the same person, do not treat them as such.”
“Don’t lecture me. The boy needs guidance. For fuck’s sake he’s siding with the Templars.” He through a hand up in the air as if cursing the heavens above.
Despite his sudden flush of anger she kept calm, as she always had with him. “False.”
“What?” He spat.
“I said false. He is not siding with the Templars. He simply sees the battle from both points of view. He’s see the good as well as the bad from both sides.”
Bellec scoffed at her remark. “Good? In a Templar? You trying to be funny, Y/N? There is no such thing. They’re corrupt, brain-washing savages and that’s exactly what they’ve done to him.”
She sighed heavily, seeing he was too bitter from the past to see the truth in the present. “Pierre…” his name tumbled from her lips, hardly audible but the shift of light in his eyes told her he had heard it. The ache in her heart of knowing of his fate if he went through with going against the Order played in her mind. “I suppose there is no convincing you otherwise, is there.” He didn’t say anything, He needn’t have to, and she knew his mind was made up. There wasn’t a word in this world that would change his decision. She could only stand aside and hope his senses came to him, or perhaps the Dorian boy could save him. She desired to call out to him, to beckon him back but she didn’t. The most she could to was mutter a warning, “Do not do anything you later regret, old friend.”
