High or drunk? A good portion of the time? What the fuck kind of city had he brought his people to. Surely he hoped that, this one pathetic drunk wasn’t what he could expect from all of Arlathan, that would be exceedingly disappointing.
It was then that it fully dawned on him just who he was looking at, at first there was disbelief, perhaps a brief flicker of something more, but then quickly back to a look of total and utter disappointment. Perhaps there had been times since Ruth had left the Clan, that Kellam had hoped that perhaps one day Ruth would prove him wrong about his son, and maybe make something out of himself, but now it was clear he’d turned out just as Kellam had expected.
It was then that it fully dawned on him just who he was looking at, at first there was disbelief, perhaps a brief flicker of something more, but then quickly back to a look of total and utter disappointment. Perhaps there had been times since Ruth had left the Clan, that Kellam had hoped that perhaps one day Ruth would prove him wrong about his son, and maybe make something out of himself, but now it was clear he’d turned out just as Kellam had expected.
Hello son.The word son wasn’t spoken with anything akin to love, as the voices whispered into Kellam’s mind about what a loser his son had turned into, how utterly hopeless he was, how it had all turned out for the best that Ruth had never succeeded at being Kellam’s First. If anything Kellam looked almost satisfied, simply because he believed that he had turned out to be right, that Ruth would amount to nothing.
Well, you’re clearly not Megara, who I was sent here to see, but it’s good to see that you’ve accomplished so much. Drunk and high? Living off someone else’s scraps? What a fool I was to think you would never amount to anything.His tone a combination of indifference and contempt, however was it possible that this man before him was his son, it was laughable.
11-18-2023, 06:08 AM
