Hey There, Dad.

Yoonjie tugged his tunic back down over his head, dark eyes finally regarding his father as his hands worked at tucking the shirt in -- he channeled ice. He was ice. He would not rage at his father. It wasn't worth it at this point. He had chosen the Woman over him, over his mom. He didn't owe his father anything. But when a step was taken close, he took one back, his eyes flicking to his sword and then back to Bajie.

He didn't want to fight, but he didn't want the man any closer to him. Not yet, maybe not ever. There's a dwarven woman, outside of town. Take your blades to her. She's better than the fools in town. He eased some as another step wasn't taken. He couldn't do it yet. It was taking every bit of him not to scream at the older man. To ask him why he wasn't good enough, why he had chosen the woman over him. He wanted answers, so badly. Everything he had tried to forget, everything he had tried to block away was bubbling back up, and he...

Just.

Couldn't.

And then when that next step was taken, Yoon grabbed his sword and put the space back between them. No.

It was simple, and forcefully spoken, jaw flexing with effort, fingers curling and un-curling from the hilt of his sword, over and over. And something in him just broke. Haven't be.. You weren't a father at all. I had a mother, and an absent male who was too busy with his hobby, gaining fame, notoriety because of a woman, and then you traded it all for her. Me, mom, you were gone, because of her.

He was shaking with it, the emotion that was eating at his insides, simmering for so long, finally given way to explosive rage. You traded us for her. And Don't try and deny that she's not here with you, I already know. Was she really worth losing me and mom over? Has she taken the place of a son and wife? You happy with her?

@Bajie