He nods.] Not something I could manage in my world. Someone always put me back together. More or less. Whole story is... complicated. [The empty glass in his hand disappears.] Family. [More or less.]
[ A brow quirks, as Vincent sips away at his drink, at last. ]
Family certainly can have that effect, yes. [ Setting aside his glass, he props a cheek atop his palm to regard the other. ] I was regarded as an ill omen in my world, and my older brother suffered just to keep me alive. Orchestrated fifteen years of my life around inevitability erasing my existence, so he could be spared the burden. [ Vaguely gesturing to himself, he chuckles. ] As you can see, I failed.
My sympathies. [Although...] How young were you, when you started that attempt? [Old as he is, Verso doesn't assume that appearance reflects age, but something tells him that means Vincent was young when this started.]
[ Smile pulling wider, Vincent shakes his head; a gesture that he needn’t feel the need to apologize. After all, it was his own choice to purse that path— though not his own to continue living. Stupid Hatter. ]
How young?
[ Brows raising, he’ll hum. Thats not something he’s specifically been asked before. ]
Around… eight, perhaps? [ Index brushing across his lips thoughtfully, perhaps it’s the alcohol, or simply being asked the right questions, but he doesn’t see much reason not to be honest here. What difference would it make? ] Who’s to say, really. [ And he isn’t simply poor at maths. ]
[Despite his distrust for the man in front of him, Verso's heart twists at the confirmation.] Too young. [Not a disagreement, but an assertion.
That's always what leaves Verso circling back to sympathy for the real man he was supposed to replace. Everything happened too young for him. Even at his death, he was still too young.]
[ A sentiment which leads Vincent’s head to cant curiously. ]
Tragedy is blind to age or circumstance. Someone like me shouldn't have been allowed to subsist, only to drag those around them into the depths of despair. So, it became my responsibility to see through what my mother had been too weak to do. [ A mild shrug, as he smiles. ]
Don't think many mothers have that kind of strength. More often, they'll do anything to keep their children with them, regardless of consequence. [Once again, speaking from personal experience.]
[ Lashes lowering with understanding, he quietly ticks his tongue.
Yes, he guessed as much. To put it kindly, his experience with maternal figures - women, even - has suffered greatly. ]
No. To subject my brother to the same fate… Simply no excuse. [ A gentle sigh, as he raises a finger, in point. ] Though, forcing this life upon you is nothing to be dismissed, either.
All mothers force life on their children. Some children have a hard time with that, with living. My mother was... thorough in cutting off other options. [Verso Dessendre's options. Some days, he understands. A woman grieving for her son, taking the last piece of him and building a replacement, once that can never leave her. Other days, he looks at himself and can only see the monster she created.]
No excuse for you either, mon ami. Ill omen or no.
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He nods.] Not something I could manage in my world. Someone always put me back together. More or less. Whole story is... complicated. [The empty glass in his hand disappears.] Family. [More or less.]
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Family certainly can have that effect, yes. [ Setting aside his glass, he props a cheek atop his palm to regard the other. ] I was regarded as an ill omen in my world, and my older brother suffered just to keep me alive. Orchestrated fifteen years of my life around inevitability erasing my existence, so he could be spared the burden. [ Vaguely gesturing to himself, he chuckles. ] As you can see, I failed.
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How young?
[ Brows raising, he’ll hum. Thats not something he’s specifically been asked before. ]
Around… eight, perhaps? [ Index brushing across his lips thoughtfully, perhaps it’s the alcohol, or simply being asked the right questions, but he doesn’t see much reason not to be honest here. What difference would it make? ] Who’s to say, really. [ And he isn’t simply poor at maths. ]
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That's always what leaves Verso circling back to sympathy for the real man he was supposed to replace. Everything happened too young for him. Even at his death, he was still too young.]
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Tragedy is blind to age or circumstance. Someone like me shouldn't have been allowed to subsist, only to drag those around them into the depths of despair. So, it became my responsibility to see through what my mother had been too weak to do. [ A mild shrug, as he smiles. ]
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[ Wings encircle his shoulders to lean back in his seat more comfortably, hands joining over his lap. ]
Is that who brought you back, your mother?
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Yours might have had her reasons, but no reason could balance that out.
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Yes, he guessed as much. To put it kindly, his experience with maternal figures - women, even - has suffered greatly. ]
No. To subject my brother to the same fate… Simply no excuse. [ A gentle sigh, as he raises a finger, in point. ] Though, forcing this life upon you is nothing to be dismissed, either.
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No excuse for you either, mon ami. Ill omen or no.