INBOX: “ you’ve saved countless lives. but it’s alright to mourn the man, too. ” as said by trevor, @bravemont.
“ i only wish it was easier, ” he replies, spoken so lowly that one would need to strain to hear him speak; “ easier to forget him and move on. to understand that he was a monster, and will always be known as a monster. but i carry his legacy with me; i know the man that he once was, before he was stricken with insanity and grief. ”
rare are moments such as these; where adrian speaks so freely of his lived experience that all fortifications erode and he, once more, becomes the boy. he allots himself very little: little time, and little emotion, perhaps for the fact that unleashing his sentiment would tear him apart, splintering muscle and bone until he was throbbing, and pulpy, and spasming in torture absolute. he lifts himself from his seated position, utilizing movement as a means to exert the excess energy swelling at his chest. hesitating, he turns to trevor, folding his arms over his chest. “ and, too, i mourn who i once was. before my father's madness, before my eyes awoke to the cruelty of men. i was gentler; i was kinder. but i was, above all else, naïve. i will not make that mistake again, even if it means burying the memories of my father so deep that they can't possibly re-emerge to haunt me. ”
