The Lament of a Progeny

[Unforgiven]

I
War of Words.

"They who extol the philosophies of anguish, pain and despondent realities...
Don't deserve my mercy."

It's been two years, since I wrote to you again.
I must admit, I lied to you. I apologize, Mom.
It's been a pleasure to explore, but all I've found is conflict.
It never ends.

That prince... Maybe he was right after all.
One must have fitting power to contest the World.
I can't be as overzealous as I always am-
I got lucky against Benedict.
That's all it was.
I cant... - We cant save everyone.
If it were you Mother, who would you choose?
Which life would you save, from two.

Familial Conflict, Territorial Conflict. They're all the same.
Lucian and Arista had a minor argument,
Over something as miniscule as a spar.

I just don't want you to end up being hurt.

At least Dad would have the courtesy to knock me on my ass without pretending he was doing me a favour.

I'm going for a walk. 

...Yeah. You're right.
I'll be the glue to this Family.
Always.