Return to your roots.

Pripyat Soul · 05-11-2011, 11:51 AM

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Tis okay. Prip is such a butt lately XD Jefferson needs to smack him!

Whatever demons Pripyat fled from every time he avoided the subject of Jefferson's arm was nothing compared to the monsters of emotions that caught up to him just then. Gone? Sick? Die? The words made no sense at all, and this was evident by the disbelief plastered on the boy's face. For the first time in a long time he caught his father's eye dead on, or as much as Jefferson allowed. First it was just confusion, an overwhelming mess of confusion. So intense Pripyat for a moment forgot what they were doing here, why he had come in the first place. That subsided quickly, not because the situation made any more sense just then but because his confusion quickly seemed irrelevant when the fear and anger broke through his barrier, coated with a heavy dose of denial.

"Gone? What do you mean she is gone? Gone where? Gone why?" The questions came too quickly to be answered in succession. There were too many holes, too much he didn't understand and had every right to. Why hadn't they told him? Why hadn’t she told him? "When did she leave?" His voice rose, sharp with all the unpleasant feelings that flooded him just then. "Where's my mother?" And yet something in him hung back as he asked his first question again. Perhaps this time Jefferson would have a different answer. This time it would make sense. Geneva wasn't sick, she wasn't dying, she wasn't gone. None of that could be true, simply because Pripyat wanted for it so very badly not to be.

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