Ayato mentally decided he had to get a grip. He took some deep breaths and let go of his father’s shirt. This was real…no dream…true his whole concept of the world was crumbling at his fingertips but…shouldn’t he be happy? His father’s returned…at a time when a boy needs his father most.
He stayed silent for the most part, eyes down but listening to what his Pop had to say. Suddenly the grunts and painful groans made him look up. He frowned at first, picking up the remaining pieces quickly.
“Stop straining yourself then…” He said, as if it was obvious. “I’m not stupid…I’ve heard of this happening all the time…use your kagune for weapons, let you recover, then use it again…” He kept his head down…the torture he saw various Ghouls go under in the hands of CCG. Yet they were the monsters?
“Does this mean you’ve finally woken up? To what humans really are?”
This definitely was not a dream. Ah, sometimes he wished it was because his body ached and his nerves ere going wild. It was a miracle he managed to look at least slightly at ease. Arata had a lot to say but not sure where to really say it.
Hell.
He wasn’t even sure if Ayato even thought of him as his father anymore. Maybe he just wanted to say all the spite he has been holding in himself to him and leave him in the dust.
Whatever Ayato did, Arata would not fight it. His son was his own person now. Now at least.. Unfortunately, he became his own person many years ago. Silently lips parted slightly at his words. That was still arguable. Yes, he has seen the cruelties of human.. But he didn’t want to live a life of killing either. Well, it has crossed his mind n doing something more then blending. Only at times/ Some of these thoughts were rather violent.
‘’I recognized them. Yes. Unfortunately so. I assume you have come to terms with them too. I’m sorry about all of this. I am sure that means nothing at this point but... I never wanted to put any of you through anything like this.’’ Ayato looked nothing like his bright self looked back then. He looked so cold.
This was his fault.















