// A memory of your mother or your father returning?
≺ ϟ ≻ ——- Allowing a suspiration escaping from his lips, he allowed those words to be observed and analyzed— taking his time, as usual. Had he to admit, this might sounded as a question that required the obvious answer— yet again, even thinking it, it was far harder than anticipated. Damn, he was always asked to give a response to such tough questions, now wasn’t he? But alas, no complaints about it.
≺ ϟ ≻ ——- On the one hand, having a few memories of his mother— memories that both of them would be included in the same spot, would have been something as a kid he wished for, even though, currently, little matters to him. Still— this urge would always maintain no matter what will happen. Certainly, this was something that has been always bugging him— leaving a few questions on his own that he has— unanswered.
≺ ϟ ≻ ——- On the other hand, having his father returning, meaning that he had finally changed his heart. Something that he should have done long time ago— or even not at all. There are times when there’s a saying—- that is, it’s never too late.
But in this situation, he was late.
≺ ϟ ≻ ——- Already hurting his comrades, and now, crossing the path that leads to eternal darkness— with shadowns consuming his mind. Nothing but vegeance was upon his mind— how foolish and even pathetic to think of it. And apparently, he wouldn’t change. And if he did, Laxus would never accept him. It’s unforgettable, let alone unforgivable for what he has done to him.
Indeed— the answer has become quite obvious.
"A memory of my mother."