Sweetling. The sound draws him from his internal dialogue and he looks back to the Transcended. “Adelric,” he murmurs in response to her name, though he isn’t terribly interested in names. He will keep them, store them, if he can, but it matters not to him if he remembers them. He only needs a handful of names- Kiara, Zunden, Erebos, Krieger, Tobias.
But the angel speaks again and this time the half-child shifts uncomfortably, the questions becoming his to answer, the secrets becoming his to share. He is uncomfortable in this position. His worries are not worthy of such consideration. And, even if they were, does he really want to share them? He, who had dreamed of a whole and complete family, actually has a broken and shattered one. He, who had placed his father on a pedestal and dreamed of the great steed, has a monster for a dad. He, who has dedicated to learning the truth about the mysteries of life, is going to tell a lie to his mother. Are these things he wants, or is willing, to share? He doesn’t know and so for a while he stays pensively silent, gaze shifting to the ground.
“I have to hurt my mother in order to make myself happy,” he finally decides, in as cryptic a manner as he can manage. “And I don’t know if someone who was a monster once can be anything else.” With a sidelong glance at the strange waterfalls flowing over the side of the mountain, fed by water from an invisible source, the child adds, “I want to learn so much, but the secrets of the land are hidden so deep.” Yes, perhaps his troubles are mild, but the child is young and they weigh heavy on his growing shoulders.
@[Rayo]
a liar makes up things to help himself.
Please do not tag Adelric unless it is in an opening post