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It is instilled into his very bones, the slow-burning fury learned from both the men Matthew once called father, once called brother; no matter how much he wants to deny it both Arthur and Francis have shaped him. Matthew tries to convince himself that he does not miss them. “it’s been a long time since I heard you laugh” Matthew cloaks himself in kindness and keeps his hurts close to his chest, nurses them and at night, at night he tosses and turns and wonders what else there is. He is young and he is flawed and he is finally, finally free. It’s for my people Matthew says with his head held high, negotiating trade treaties and unions while his patience slips through his fingers like sand. He is fine. He can do this. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Come home Matthew”

“We miss you”

“We’re worried”

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.