[Haha. Yeah! Fei Du is right. D hums in affirmation.]
He wanted to save extinct species. [Gazing at the bones of the shark in front of them.] To find a way to keep them alive, or bring them back. He wanted to save the world from destruction, too.
[It feels like what D isn't saying, however, is very much how far the man was willing to go to do it.]
[ haha!!! whew. while this conversation continues, there's a quiet noise - very faint, but the sound of his foot absently tapping against the ground, in a four/four. ]
fei du's expression - shutters, there. the tap stops, for a moment, and he stares up at the shark with a sort of intensity, dark eyes of the abyss. it feels like time itself stops, at least for him, or like staring off into nothingness, into the very past itself. ]
...How rotten. [ is his response, finally, and this time, the undercurrent of bitter is clear.
a pause.
and then, this time, lacking the delicacy and care of his usual responses, fei du asks, blunt: ] Are you glad he's dead?
[The expression on his face pinches very gently in uncertainty. He turns his head away, lips thinning into a frown. What do you do when your father is a piece of work, when you haven't seen most of your life, when he is dangerous, but when he is still your father?
His eyes lower, face conflicted.]
I suppose it's better this way. He can try again in the next life to... perhaps do it all differently.
That's one way to look at it. [ but, the unvoiced question hangs in the air instead of verbal - would he?
family can be such an ugly thing, in the most familiar sort of ways. like chewing on a piece of his own rotten heart, he stays still and silent, before he finally responds. ]
...I hope you've managed to spite those last words, D. [ don't embrace hope, again. sometimes all you can do is flip it the proverbial middle finger and do exactly the opposite. ] Truly.
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He wanted to save extinct species. [Gazing at the bones of the shark in front of them.] To find a way to keep them alive, or bring them back. He wanted to save the world from destruction, too.
[It feels like what D isn't saying, however, is very much how far the man was willing to go to do it.]
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Did any of his dreams come to fruition?
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I suppose one did. Me. [Lil D.] Do you know what his last words were to me?
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the tapping stays. it's quiet, but very steady. ]
What were they?
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After a long moment of not speaking, he finally says:]
"Stray no further, do not embrace hope again."
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fei du's expression - shutters, there. the tap stops, for a moment, and he stares up at the shark with a sort of intensity, dark eyes of the abyss. it feels like time itself stops, at least for him, or like staring off into nothingness, into the very past itself. ]
...How rotten. [ is his response, finally, and this time, the undercurrent of bitter is clear.
a pause.
and then, this time, lacking the delicacy and care of his usual responses, fei du asks, blunt: ] Are you glad he's dead?
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His eyes lower, face conflicted.]
I suppose it's better this way. He can try again in the next life to... perhaps do it all differently.
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family can be such an ugly thing, in the most familiar sort of ways. like chewing on a piece of his own rotten heart, he stays still and silent, before he finally responds. ]
...I hope you've managed to spite those last words, D. [ don't embrace hope, again. sometimes all you can do is flip it the proverbial middle finger and do exactly the opposite. ] Truly.