Let the road

It was a useless act talking to his son. He’d probably never understand him, or why the fates had deemed that Ruth survive while his mother, Kellam’s wife, was taken so cruelly from him, all to protect this useless waste of a space son.

His brain was far too full to take a step back and see his words for what they were, cruelty. The world was a cruel place, especially for elves. In his mind treating Ruth like he had, had been his way of caring. Yes, yes of course. He was positive Ruth wouldn’t be where he was today if it hadn’t been for Kellam’s cruelty, that any success Ruth had over the years, were all related to the how good a parent Kellam was. The boy really ought to thank Kellam, but he wasn’t going to hold his breath.

Very well. Things weren’t well, but he was hoping all would be soon. He was hoping he would learn a lot by being in Arlathan, there was even a small, very small, part of him that was glad to see his son in one piece, though he’d never say that out loud. He didn’t say anything else, just sipped at his tea and occasionally looked like he’d sucked a lemon when he thought about his son.