Soubi smiled a little when Ritsuka relaxed and hugged him back. Suddenly the world didn't seem to dark, now that Ritsuka was struggling less. A part of him was vaguely aware how twisted that logic was, but compared to most of his life, it really wasn't that bad.
Soubi knelt down, hands on Ritsuka's shoulders. "And what if he's somewhere safe?" Anywhere was safer than Landels, but that wasn't what Soubi was talking about. That woman had no right to call herself a mother. "And who's place have I taken?" No, it made no sense that this Jordan boy existed. The mother was just another of Landel's tricks.
Soubi stood and looked at Tamaki's bed. It was nice and quiet without him here, which only made Soubi wish to stay somewhere quiet with Ritsuka. But certainly not here. The wounded would still come, with or without that idiot to flap about around them.
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Soubi knelt down, hands on Ritsuka's shoulders.
"And what if he's somewhere safe?"
Anywhere was safer than Landels, but that wasn't what Soubi was talking about. That woman had no right to call herself a mother. "And who's place have I taken?" No, it made no sense that this Jordan boy existed. The mother was just another of Landel's tricks.
Soubi stood and looked at Tamaki's bed. It was nice and quiet without him here, which only made Soubi wish to stay somewhere quiet with Ritsuka. But certainly not here. The wounded would still come, with or without that idiot to flap about around them.