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i'm just a boat on the ocean
cakeBane listened. His ears were a great tool, and he used them always. People said things and meant much more. Laruku's words made him smile. It was nostalgia, almost. Life had been quiet where he had come from until the Revolution. From then on, the air had reeked of death and blood, and the decay of their collective moral standards. The air had carried the sound of Laruku's bitter laughter, coming from a hundred different lost souls. He felt a flashback coming on. It had been months since he had had one.
cakeHe heard the murder confession, clear as anything. The intense smile had travelled to his eyes and he stared heavily at the hybrid. Bane's entire family -- Phasma, Ire, Willow -- were dead; his father was now the only loose string. He felt the lack of compassion like a hole in his chest. And he welcomed it. It was empowering, in fact, knowing he had survived and they hadn't. He wondered if Laruku had expected him to care. Bane had known from day one he wasn't like his father. "No," he said with a soft laugh, and it was barely a whisper; it carried on the wind like the falling snow. "I'm far too selfish to want that." And he was silent for a moment, simply looking, watching, listening. In a place he knew he wasn't welcome, with a person he knew didn't want to speak with him. "Seems like you're the type who would understand." It wasn't meant as an insult or a low blow. His father's ex-lover had died long ago, and before Bane now was just a shell of a man. A broken man wouldn't try to change even himself, much less the world.
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