{Author's Note: This chapter is indeed much shorter than any of the others thus far. I do apologize for that. However, now you have some insight into our favorite father's mind. Thank you for reading, darlings
- SilverFlarePlays <3}
"Do you regret anything in your life, darling?"
"Look, look, Papa!"
"Do you want something sweet for year tea? Honey? Sugar, perhaps?"
"I made this for you, Father. Do you like it?"
"SIR, RETREAT IT'S AN AMBUSH!"
"BLOODY H–"
"Where do you think you're off, little dragon boy..."
He sat hunched over in silence on a plush chair located in the living room of the home. The same seven scenes are always replaying in the back of his twisted and disturbed mind. His wife... His daughter... His comrades... Him... An enemy soldier... Again and again. There was never an end. Every single time a new outcome would present itself. Something he could've done differently, said differently, interrupted differently. Anything that could have made the situation right.
To say he regrets the things he's done would only be a half truth. He doesn't regret many things he's done wrong. He actually quite enjoyed the empowering feeling he gained from most of his so-called wrong doings. What he regrets are those smaller lies. The little lies he told to anyone and everything he was supposed to love, but did he ever actually love them? That's something even he does not know the answer to. What is love truly? It's such a concept that people always pursue, but does anyone really understand love? Does anyone undoubtably understand the meaning of peace? No, he doesn't believe so.
What is the difference between love and hate? Good and bad? Justice and prejudice? No matter how you look at it they are all two sides of the same coin. There are heroes, then there are villains. The difference? The one who tells the story.
He let out a hefty sigh and stood up. His eyes wandered around the lifeless living room and locked onto the front to which Elizabeth left out of. A bitter smile formed on his aging face. Is he too hard on her? No, that's not possible. He was simply teaching her valuable skills for the future. Teaching her where she belongs is all. Any father would do just that. He nodded, convincing himself that he was in the right.
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FantasíaElizabeth "Linterna" Garcia, a woman beloved by those who got to know her. Well, those who weren't filled with wrongly managed guilt and hate. She is a woman who, despite her limitations, would take any measures necessary to make sure the kingdom sh...
