10-28-2008, 09:56 PM
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Strong? That was something Ahren had never fancied himself. He had been too weak to deal with the real world, staggering through his youth drowning in whiskey and heroine, taking everything and giving nothing in return. He had changed little since then. It had always only been about him. The children were second class citizens. They were no longer the reason he lived. They didn’t need him anymore. You should have killed that bitch before this started.
“Er ist schuld,” he said, not realizing he had spoken aloud, not realizing he had spoken in German. Then, as if he had said nothing at all, the blonde smiled and looked down at his feet. His hair, now bearing a remarkably visible black streak, hid his face. “I’m not strong, Jasper.” I just can’t feel anything anymore.
Strong? That was something Ahren had never fancied himself. He had been too weak to deal with the real world, staggering through his youth drowning in whiskey and heroine, taking everything and giving nothing in return. He had changed little since then. It had always only been about him. The children were second class citizens. They were no longer the reason he lived. They didn’t need him anymore. You should have killed that bitch before this started.
“Er ist schuld,” he said, not realizing he had spoken aloud, not realizing he had spoken in German. Then, as if he had said nothing at all, the blonde smiled and looked down at his feet. His hair, now bearing a remarkably visible black streak, hid his face. “I’m not strong, Jasper.” I just can’t feel anything anymore.