[Kids who are left to fend for themselves, forced to grow up early and be the guardians to their siblings while their own parents fucked off and left for however many days, children left in foster care who never got someone to care for them until they could no longer be in the system... It's only been a few years, but Nox has heard and seen a lot. How people mean well, but fall short. How some parents don't even care at all.]
It may not seem like it, but I have a feeling I've seen it happen before. Not like, in school, but... elsewhere.
[Vergil, Dante. Nameless and faceless figures he doesn't know, but they changed as people, even after years of the same pattern.
Nox scoffs at Amal's words, though, grin wide.]
C'mon, it wasn't all me. You had to want to trust again too.
It was a long time ago. One day there will be a reckoning, but I'm not sure if I'll be a part of it or not.
[Amal is less than ambitious right now, still feeling that heavy weight of a past untold and unconfronted. He misses Thavnair terribly, but he doesn't miss the way he was treated. He doesn't know if it would change. He's afraid to find out.]
Then I'll choose to believe in that.
[He chuckles softly.]
Maybe! At home I'm surrounded by some very stubborn optimists.
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[Kids who are left to fend for themselves, forced to grow up early and be the guardians to their siblings while their own parents fucked off and left for however many days, children left in foster care who never got someone to care for them until they could no longer be in the system... It's only been a few years, but Nox has heard and seen a lot. How people mean well, but fall short. How some parents don't even care at all.]
It may not seem like it, but I have a feeling I've seen it happen before. Not like, in school, but... elsewhere.
[Vergil, Dante. Nameless and faceless figures he doesn't know, but they changed as people, even after years of the same pattern.
Nox scoffs at Amal's words, though, grin wide.]
C'mon, it wasn't all me. You had to want to trust again too.
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[Amal is less than ambitious right now, still feeling that heavy weight of a past untold and unconfronted. He misses Thavnair terribly, but he doesn't miss the way he was treated. He doesn't know if it would change. He's afraid to find out.]
Then I'll choose to believe in that.
[He chuckles softly.]
Maybe! At home I'm surrounded by some very stubborn optimists.