[ his voice is small, frightened like it hasn’t been since he was young and the monsters he faced only lived in the shadows under the bed.
he holds her, even if everything in his senses rebels against the mockery of humanity that bastard has turned her into. she- or whatever left of Leandra Hawke- is still his mother and he won't deny her this even if he so desperately wants to run far, far away. this failure is something he'll have to live with forever and maker help him if he shies away from it. ]
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Mother?
[ his voice is small, frightened like it hasn’t been since he was young and the monsters he faced only lived in the shadows under the bed.
he holds her, even if everything in his senses rebels against the mockery of humanity that bastard has turned her into. she- or whatever left of Leandra Hawke- is still his mother and he won't deny her this even if he so desperately wants to run far, far away. this failure is something he'll have to live with forever and maker help him if he shies away from it. ]
I'm sorry, I took too long. I'm here now.