08-19-2008, 02:29 AM
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Those older times did not bother him much anymore. Mab had seen to it that he had lived a normal childhood (mostly) and worked him so hard he didn’t have much time to brood about his tragic past as had seemed common here. Desperate girls trying to find a new father, masked bandits fighting for justice, it was all too much. He was ready to go home, get back to the normalcy that came with their small family over there. In honesty, they might have been the black sheep—just a little too sane for the rest of their family. A little, but just enough. They were all damaged, dangerous people.
He looked down at her words, smiling still.
“No,” he said, and then looked back up. Something in his eyes had changed.
“She’s back home. She sent me here to finish my training.” That something became cruel and vicious.
“Why? You worried my mother might have come back from the dead?”
I've got to remember this is just a game
Those older times did not bother him much anymore. Mab had seen to it that he had lived a normal childhood (mostly) and worked him so hard he didn’t have much time to brood about his tragic past as had seemed common here. Desperate girls trying to find a new father, masked bandits fighting for justice, it was all too much. He was ready to go home, get back to the normalcy that came with their small family over there. In honesty, they might have been the black sheep—just a little too sane for the rest of their family. A little, but just enough. They were all damaged, dangerous people.
He looked down at her words, smiling still.
“No,” he said, and then looked back up. Something in his eyes had changed.
“She’s back home. She sent me here to finish my training.” That something became cruel and vicious.
“Why? You worried my mother might have come back from the dead?”