cannibal; kendall roy

Aftermath.

It was all done. It was fucking over. They had lost. They were nothing. Logan Roy had once again beaten his own children. Beaten them to a damn pulp. Turned them into a fucking breakfast smoothie. Kendall Roy had expected as much to happen. He had been down the same road so many times before, but he had never expected it to end this way.

He hadn't.

For some reason, he thought if he tried or wished hard enough, tangled up with his siblings that made they could fly, reach the moon and graze the stars. But in reality, they'd crashed. He'd fucking fallen. They were lost.

Logan Roy was selling his life's work to Lukas Matsson, to be absorbed by the bigger piece of tech. Everything Kendall Roy had ever, ever fucking wanted. All that he had been promised was done. It was gone. Dead in the water. All of his promises. Everything he wanted since he was seven years old.

Gone.

He'd trudged back into his home in Italy, the time far after midnight, to find his wife still sitting in the living room, having no clue what the hell had just happened. If he'd done what he set out to do, if he'd won, or if he lost. Silently, he sat down and out his head in her lap.

"Ken?" She asked, not even bothering to ask how it had gone. She could just tell. Marguerite usually could. Then he started to cry, shaking a little, as tears spilled. His head sitting delicately, pressed up against her, as she stroked his head. Occasionally wiping the tears off of his face. "It's going to be okay" Marguerite finally says, staring off in front of her.

She wanted Kendall Roy to be happy.

She'd forgotten that for awhile, but seeing him now, and seeing him earlier. That vulnerable boy who she had always known. Marguerite wanted that all the time. She wanted him well, and was willing to do anything to keep him there.