[and a juggling act, to try and think of how much he should say, given that he and sholmes are just acquaintances.]
They ended up becoming violent in our home—though we threw the first stone, so they were merely defending themselves. They're not to blame for that. However, my father was angry that I brought in one of their combatants to begin with.
And while my father is normally accepting of foreigners... for whatever reason, he was convinced that particular group of people was cursed and an unknown evil, at the same time that he wasn't willing to let them go.
... Your words are kind, but the sympathy is undeserved. I was hardly innocent in the entire affair.
[it's not an easy thing to talk about, but even worse is hearing as though he was some kind of victim, when it feels like everything started because of his own ugly insecurities.]
But that's one of the reasons I must return home. There's so much to gain by accepting others as friends, rather than put up a wall against outsiders—I've realized that's a notion I should've stood by, and one I need to convey to my family before it's too late.
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[sometimes, you just decide that it's fine if your family doesn't love you back,
he pauses, as if trying to decide how to answer that question.]
... Three older brothers. Chasmourito isn't one of them, though—at least not by blood. He's one of my vassals.
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[He means that, even though it breaks his heart a little, just to think about it.]
Vassals? As in...a servant? He seems close to you.
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His mother was my wet nurse. Despite being as tiny as he is, he's the same age as me, so he was my childhood companion.
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[He is really so tiny...]
He rushed to your side and your...grandfather's side so readily. He seems to be quite loyal.
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... That was his grandfather, not mine. But yes, I'm... very fortunate to have him. Both of them.
[or was before his dad arrested them. it's fine.]
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...
What...was he so displeased with, exactly?
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how does he explain this...]
... Political issues dealing with foreigners I brought, from my travels at sea.
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[He...frowns, slightly, like it's reminding him of something.]
Were they not allowed in your country?
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[and a juggling act, to try and think of how much he should say, given that he and sholmes are just acquaintances.]
They ended up becoming violent in our home—though we threw the first stone, so they were merely defending themselves. They're not to blame for that. However, my father was angry that I brought in one of their combatants to begin with.
And while my father is normally accepting of foreigners... for whatever reason, he was convinced that particular group of people was cursed and an unknown evil, at the same time that he wasn't willing to let them go.
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[Oh.]
[Well, now.]
How funny it is. It seems even in different worlds, everything is so similar. How terrible that must have been for you.
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... Your words are kind, but the sympathy is undeserved. I was hardly innocent in the entire affair.
[it's not an easy thing to talk about, but even worse is hearing as though he was some kind of victim, when it feels like everything started because of his own ugly insecurities.]
But that's one of the reasons I must return home. There's so much to gain by accepting others as friends, rather than put up a wall against outsiders—I've realized that's a notion I should've stood by, and one I need to convey to my family before it's too late.