larue: (play 'til the bend becomes the break)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2014-04-01 01:43 pm (UTC)

[ That stalls him from lighting up as he turns a Look your way, the cigarette balanced between his lips.

He catches that between his fingers, so that he can speak. ]


Why would I be angry?

[ Hurt? That you'd left, that you hadn't spoken to him before you'd run to tell him at least where you would be going to get some breathing room -- yes. Helpless? That he could do nothing to ease your heartache even if he tried? Of course.

But angry? Why in the world-- ]


Your father is in a coma. A woman you care deeply about and love is in a wheelchair. A number of Zangyaku operatives -- good, capable people who you, as a leader, are responsible for -- are dead because of Grendal's sick idea of a nuke.

You needed space and time to calibrate -- I get that. I can even understand why you'd need it to be as far away as China, because well... this is kind of, um, you.

[ Explain, please, Blade King. This one's a bit confused.

Softly, again: ]
But why... would you think that I would be angry at you?

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