[Another brief pause, as he decides whether or not he wants to leave anything out. Maybe "favorite" isn't the right word, but - it's the most important one, and he knows he made a mistake not telling Joseph sooner. He doesn't want to make that mistake again.]
My father was a little like Joseph. He didn't want us to be involved in the family legacy. So he left when we were young and didn't say why. He was chasing the creatures responsible for creating the man who killed my grandfather. But we thought he'd just . . . left.
I met him again later, when I was an adult. I don't think he recognized who I was, but I recognized him, so I followed him. I wanted to [beat the shit out of him until he died] ask why he'd left. And then . . . there was a sculpture in the wall that I'd never seen before, and I reached out to touch it, and he pushed me away, and it absorbed him and killed him, just like that. It was what he'd been chasing all that time. And that's how I found out. He saved me, even though he didn't know me.
[ Another pause. Because she just did it, even though she knows it's ... not actually helpful in any way. Still, she understands the sentiment behind it, even if it is pointless ... which is why she offered it at all. Because there's nothing much else to say, and "me too!" seems a little bit off the mark. ]
Like they wish they could make it better, even if there's nothing that could change the way things happened.
There are plenty of things I've never told my friends because it would have worried them, or because they didn't need to know it. I probably would have done the same thing as you.
But I think when they did, if they did, they understood why it was being kept from them. It's just that places like these have ways of making secrets become not so secret anymore.
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My father was a little like Joseph. He didn't want us to be involved in the family legacy. So he left when we were young and didn't say why. He was chasing the creatures responsible for creating the man who killed my grandfather. But we thought he'd just . . . left.
I met him again later, when I was an adult. I don't think he recognized who I was, but I recognized him, so I followed him. I wanted to [beat the shit out of him until he died] ask why he'd left. And then . . . there was a sculpture in the wall that I'd never seen before, and I reached out to touch it, and he pushed me away, and it absorbed him and killed him, just like that. It was what he'd been chasing all that time. And that's how I found out. He saved me, even though he didn't know me.
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... But that's his favorite? There's a pause where she ... figures out how to react to that. ]
I'm sorry.
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That's all right. It was a while ago.
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Just because it was awhile ago doesn't mean it has to be all right.
It was awhile ago, but my dad did something similar for me. We were at war the last time I was home, and that's one of the last things I remember.
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Like they wish they could make it better, even if there's nothing that could change the way things happened.
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I never really told people, that's why I asked. Just my teacher, and she doesn't react to things emotionally.
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[ She's actually kind of honored, now, wow. ]
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[That. Makes him feel better, actually.]
Were they angry with you?
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But I think when they did, if they did, they understood why it was being kept from them. It's just that places like these have ways of making secrets become not so secret anymore.