01-13-2021, 10:09 PM
EVEN THOUGH THE NEIGHBOURHOOD THINKS I'M TRASHY AND NO GOOD,
His father's death had been inevitable. It would have come some day, whether by the paws of another or by the hands of time itself.
Diego had never expected it to come so quickly.
Of all the things to come from this, his parents' death wasn't one he had ever saw coming. Even then, he had assumed that they would come back. He had been right about Ninazu's return, but never had he ever felt so wrong about something as when the fire-maned lioness confirmed everyone's thoughts.
His father wasn't coming back.
It started as a dull twang in his ears and quickly rose to a sharp, constant, high pitched squeal that, paired with Sojourn's frantic, angry wails, had him pressing his ears flat against his head. He watched as his mother's eyes fell on him and then his sister, though she tried to keep eye contact with the rest of the Coalition, too.
Brutei's words had all but disappeared from his head, for he had spoken before Sojourn. As it was, any coherent thought had fled his mind- all he could hear was high pitched wailing and his own voice in his head, repeating over and over: he's dead, he's really dead.
Immediately he thought back to the raid he'd just participated in, and guilt flooded through him. He'd been so preoccupied with the pretty ocelot, he hadn't been paying attention to anything else, besides various attacks coming at him. If he'd never engaged with Rosemary... maybe he'd have been able to keep his father alive.
Instead he'd been flirting with the enemy when he should have been killing her.
He felt a ball form in his throat, but he couldn't swallow it down. He found himself moving to his sister's side to press gently against her ribcage; he couldn't decide if he was seeking to give comfort or to take it.
Diego had never expected it to come so quickly.
Of all the things to come from this, his parents' death wasn't one he had ever saw coming. Even then, he had assumed that they would come back. He had been right about Ninazu's return, but never had he ever felt so wrong about something as when the fire-maned lioness confirmed everyone's thoughts.
His father wasn't coming back.
It started as a dull twang in his ears and quickly rose to a sharp, constant, high pitched squeal that, paired with Sojourn's frantic, angry wails, had him pressing his ears flat against his head. He watched as his mother's eyes fell on him and then his sister, though she tried to keep eye contact with the rest of the Coalition, too.
Brutei's words had all but disappeared from his head, for he had spoken before Sojourn. As it was, any coherent thought had fled his mind- all he could hear was high pitched wailing and his own voice in his head, repeating over and over: he's dead, he's really dead.
Immediately he thought back to the raid he'd just participated in, and guilt flooded through him. He'd been so preoccupied with the pretty ocelot, he hadn't been paying attention to anything else, besides various attacks coming at him. If he'd never engaged with Rosemary... maybe he'd have been able to keep his father alive.
Instead he'd been flirting with the enemy when he should have been killing her.
He felt a ball form in his throat, but he couldn't swallow it down. He found himself moving to his sister's side to press gently against her ribcage; he couldn't decide if he was seeking to give comfort or to take it.
I SUPPOSE IT COULD BE TRUE, BUT THERE ARE WORSE THINGS I COULD DO
— Reggan