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Conor knew not who the King was, but it was the woman and not the male that he wanted to curse for this. It was the bitterness of being left alone when he was young and needed her. He wondered if he would ever manage to forgive her for not being there. Perhaps this was a possibility – or could have been, for though her voice seemed to soften in his presence, she never reached to be his mother again. Conor did not want warmth and love from the woman whenever they happened to stumble across each other if that was all that he could be given. Perhaps these children would face a better future with parents actually being there. It hurt to know that he was being replaced though. She had lost and then abandoned her first children and now she was giving motherhood a new try and discarding her first litter. These were the young boy’s thoughts and beliefs; not necessarily the actual truth. He did not know her. Perhaps this was why he was judging so hard.
Ears flickered backwards as Firefly spoke ill of his father and provided him with new knowledge. He knew nothing about a rape, and though it was fresh to him he wondered why she had chosen to add that in when it had nothing to do with the daughter that had wandered into Dahlia from Cour de Miracles. Haku was a horrible man, this was true, but he did not hold absolute power within the lands. A light frown could not be removed from his face as he thought her words over. To say that Night had not been retrieved because of Haku was hard to believe despite the current relationship between the golden boy’s parents. ”She is merely a child; she does not know what is best for her. How could your pack allow her to make a choice to call a pack she does not know for home? Doesn’t anyone her love her enough to take her back to where she belongs? Judging by your words you do not plan to bring her back?” Although he felt somewhat upset at the thought of the lack of love for Night in her righteous pack, his voice was only sad and wondering as he spoke, contrasting his mother’s coldness and anger.
She jumped over to a different subject and he took it as a sign that she did not wish to speak of the sable child with the blue eyes. Another orphan. He could see himself in the little girl. ”Cwmfen returned to her homeland before winter set in and Cercelee has disappeared,” he answered his mother slowly, wondering why she loathed his father so much when she had once loved him. Perhaps desire had been the foundation of the relationship. He knew that he could never turn around to hate Alexey.
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