Tis okay. Prip is such a butt lately XD Jefferson needs to smack him!
His head, which felt heavier than he remembered it being ever in his life, jerk up. It had been bowed down low, chin resting on his chest and his eyes squeezed tight as he fingered the earth beneath him. Yet he could not continue in this state and found himself embarrassed even to be caught at such a moment, lowered down upon his knees as if he was praying to some god or another, beings he didn’t know or care if they existed. Even if they did, they couldn’t undo everything that had gone wrong, and it surely felt like everything had gone wrong. Brilliantly blue eyes rested upon his father, and at the mere sight of the missing arm Pripyat had to struggle with himself not to vomit.
The anxiety and fear and everything else he could vaguely remember feeling that day came rushing back to him. Aided by an unhealthy amount of guilt, these emotions tore loose through his entire being, draining him of what little motivation and will power he could muster now and then. It seemed to always whenever he was around his father and so, especially lately, his solution had simply just been to not be around his father. This would only work for so long, unless he fled Phoenix Valley all together and as cowardly and useless as he felt then, even that idea was too daunting for him. This was his home, for better or for worse, and this was his family, or the pieces of what they were once.
“Dad.” The boy swallowed hard, hoping for any words except the ones Jefferson spoke next, and although he knew the man did not mean them as such, they felt like a sucker punch to the younger one’s stomach. He closed his eyes, as if doing so could will away the words, and he did not wish to disrespect or hurt his father any more than he believed he already had, but he couldn’t bear to acknowledge the lack of Jefferson’s arm. Instead, almost as flatly and in such a similar tone one could almost imagine it was the old man speaking in the young boy’s body, Pripyat Soul tried his best to dodge around the subject, hoping his father would agree to ignore it. “Where’s mom?”
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