Back then... I wanted to be king so he'd look at me. So he'd accept me as his child instead of loathing me. [ In her room, she stops polishing her sword, and runs her hands along the length of it instead. A blade stolen from her father's treasury. Something of his β even if just like her existence, it was never given willingly. ] That must sound pretty stupid, huh? And in the end, I stopped caring about anything else but surpassing him.
It's like I said. A king should be able to laugh, and smile, and even cry. But my father didn't see it that way. I guess I thought that... if I was king instead, he'd be able to do all that stuff. Even if I could just pick up what he threw away, it might ease his burden. I don't think he ever regretted becoming king, but I wanted him to be happy.
[ She rubs at her eyes, and she's glad he can't see her sniffle just a tiny bit. Weakly: ]
Ah, dammit... it really was a stupid reason after all. Hey, you'd better not tell anyone about this, got it?!
Nah... I don't think it sounds stupid. It's up to us kids to take care of our parents when we're old enough to, anyway. It ain't wrong to want to lift their burdens up.
[He thinks about his mom... and ultimately, how much he really, truly misses her. Even if she was never home and holding down two jobs, just knowing the security of being in her house was a protection he... now realizes how much he took for granted.]
But you also gotta do what makes you happy, too. Don't forget that.
[ Thanks, Mordred. She takes a minute to compose herself a bit β it's ironic, admitting she wanted to help him when she ended up killing him. In his final moments, was he happy? Was he satisfied? She'll never know, and it burns. ]
Hey, Ryuji... thanks. My sword feels a little brighter now. I'm... glad you're my Master.
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It's like I said. A king should be able to laugh, and smile, and even cry. But my father didn't see it that way. I guess I thought that... if I was king instead, he'd be able to do all that stuff. Even if I could just pick up what he threw away, it might ease his burden. I don't think he ever regretted becoming king, but I wanted him to be happy.
[ She rubs at her eyes, and she's glad he can't see her sniffle just a tiny bit. Weakly: ]
Ah, dammit... it really was a stupid reason after all. Hey, you'd better not tell anyone about this, got it?!
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[He thinks about his mom... and ultimately, how much he really, truly misses her. Even if she was never home and holding down two jobs, just knowing the security of being in her house was a protection he... now realizes how much he took for granted.]
But you also gotta do what makes you happy, too. Don't forget that.
Don't worry- your secret's safe with me.
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[ Thanks, Mordred. She takes a minute to compose herself a bit β it's ironic, admitting she wanted to help him when she ended up killing him. In his final moments, was he happy? Was he satisfied? She'll never know, and it burns. ]
Hey, Ryuji... thanks. My sword feels a little brighter now. I'm... glad you're my Master.
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[So don't lob off his head??]
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Huh?! Idiot, you should have believed it the first time! And the second! And the third!