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Midas take away the pain inflicted on me, the hunger you're letting me feed There wasn’t hesitation when she answered, I smiled just a little at the word family. A tired smile that drew the corners of my face higher but accented the lines of a pained warrior whom had lost much and seen the world offer only cruelty as payment. For a soul to treasure something so simple, a memory. She and I weren’t far apart in the sense that we both clung to an ideal of the impossible. That this world could be tethered with light and a kinsmanship that couldn’t be easily severed – I’d not lost all hope of this ideology, but nor was this mind a fool to think that all would share a kindred emotion toward it.“Family…” I murmured, turning eyes to gaze off in some other direction. A tree in the distance, a place to land gaze so that she couldn’t see how such a word drew up heartstrings, pinching the very soul. I’d abandoned my family, time and time again. Ktulu, when she called for us to bond as one – my first instinct was to reject. Cling instead to a scrap of land that had been a first love since before being weaned from ma’s milk. Cera. How often had my job? My title? Taken time and effort from the task of raising him correctly? Now, I had a daughter, a little golden child whom had grown in the blink of an eye. Stepped into adulthood with me gazing in from the outside. “A subject that evades my knowledge,” words are soft, but they betray the truth that is crying, mourning. It is a wound that could never be mended, unless I moved to a point in life where failures could be forgiven. Where I could forgive myself. I shamed this collar around neck by grieving. But a mortal heart was weak, vulnerable to all manner of assault. “See,” light attempts to mask the darkening of our topics, “I’m poor company to keep – ye shouldn’t be subject to lend ear to a man hardly known,” my grin is false now, covering the scab that she unknowing flicked open. |
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