looking over my shoulder

[Ahren de le Poer]

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indent Dysfunction was a way of life. They lived barbarically and had no time or patience for attempting to maintain a healthy family. Stretched thin, disconnected, they had always lived in those ways. He had known his father briefly, only until the moment they had become enemies. His mother was dead; forgotten long after her final stand against the evils of the world. Perhaps it was better that way. Ahren smiled sadly at the boy’s soft speech, though his eyes darkened momentarily at the question directed at himself.
indent Breathe out. “I left for my own reasons,” he said shortly, flicking one ear. His tone indicated he did not wish to pursue that path. “But yes, a lot of people leave. Sometimes they aren’t happy where they are, or they feel they have to. It happens,” he shrugged.

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