βΒ i think the real βmonstersβ are the ones who create the monstrous things.Β β // dropping asterius in ur lap for whoever u so desire xoxo (eirigh)
Magnolia Castillo || Accepting
Ikaros is quiet as he ponders this, staring up in the vast darkness that lies overhead. He thinks of his father, he thinks of how he had a hand in everything terrible that happened to them, he thinks of how much he hates him (and how much he wishes he didn't). Maybe Daedalus isn't wholly at fault, but he certainly played his part. If they were never kept as prisoners, would Ikaros be like this right now?
Well, he certainly has to wonder.
"Yeah," he says after a few moments of silence, frowning. "Yeah...I...I think you're right." He picks at the skin on the palm of his hand, sighing. "Daedalus always said he didn't have a choice in the things that he did, but, I mean...he could've run from it, if he really wanted to." Or maybe he couldn't have. It was easy enough to disappear back in the day, so why not? "I dunno. I don't like to focus on the what-if's. I am what I am. There's nothing I can do about it."
@eirigh
