make proud.

“Henry?” well this is an odd friendship but he is glad that his men are socializing. “Eh..? be your..Frederick? Ohh, you want me to tutor..you? I’m sorry, Ricken but as you know I have zero to none magic affinity.” 

i’ve lost the meme, Harold. ! not accepting.

“i think you may have been right, henry.”

ricken feels guilty on top of everything, leave it to him to only realize this once they were at the door, moments away from knocking. he shuffles in place, keeping his gaze on the ground. he feels like he’s going to cry - voice cracking.

“think . . think how they would feel if it were you, i mean - you know what i mean. if you had a child, and you thought everything was okay, and then two men . . who were probably the ones who killed them, comes up and tells you that they’re dead. even if we leave out what they’re last words were, it’s not . . not a good idea,” he’s imagining it too well. imagining it as his parents being told - he sniffles. 

Cool? Was he? “I did have a mentor but honestly, it was Frederick who made sure I keep up with everything.” does that mean Frederick is cool? ….cool in his own way.