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2- Can I Ever Rest?

Apparently not...

A thought no ten year old should have, was going through the head of Cale Henituse.

I should have never accepted that deal.... I don't even remember the deal. I don't remember why I was fighting to live so much. Why was I living?

Oh no.. No, he does remember why he was fighting. Why he is fighting.

For mother. For father's new family.

He was fighting for his late mother. His lovely and sweet mother, who left him in this...hell, when he was just seven.

His father's family. He was never a part of it. And he doesn't blame them, honestly. Who would accept a child who looks nothing like you? Who sticks out like a sore thumb? Who makes everything awkward and uncomfortable just by his presence?

He never blamed his father. He never blamed anyone but 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. Yes, he had a bit of resentment. Resentment towards his father for neglecting him. Resentment towards his father's new wife for taking his mother's place, even though it wasn't her fault. Resentment towards Basen for taking away his father's attention, even though he wasn't even aware of it. Resentment towards Lily for being born as a proper child of the Henituse's, which he would never be able to become again. Resentment towards Ron...for leaving him behind even though he only did so to get revenge for his wife and to not endanger the county... He could have left a note... But he didn't..

Resentment towards his mom for leaving him with people who clearly didn't care if he lived or died.. Even though he knew it was for his own good..

But it still hurt.....

Yeah, no ten year old should ever have those thoughts.
Well it didn't matter much, considering Cale wasn't mentally ten.

No, Cale was over forty years old. And he has regressed to the past with his memories intact. It has been three years.

He had regressed back to the exact time where he lost 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, starting from his mom, then his dad and then the servant's warm words. His father had left to grieve after his dead wife, again, only to come back a year later with another lady and a boy less than five years old.

He was eight....

Cale hadn't realised how much it must have hurt back then.. How much it should have hurt his eight year old self... But his eight year old self had listened to the vassals to be strong for his father..

He had listened to his mind that had gone numb from shock about his mother's death, and adapted to changes that shouldn't have been normal... At least not for an eight year old that just lost his mother.

But the adults in his vicinity didn't find it strange. Not even his father.. So he didn't either. Wait, Ron did, he did find this strange and probably even disgusted with the Count. But he didn't do anything, because 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮.

But it hurts..

And so, he did what he did many years back.. He endured.. He endured everything on behalf of his family. He didn't go back to his trash personality but his cold demeanor kept everyone at arms distance..

Everyone...

But I'm tired....

Be it being trash or be it being cold... When can he be himself?

Mother, can i even rest?

Does he even have the privilege? Oh wait, he did. If he hadn't accepted the deal that God Of Death offered, then probably, yes.. He could have rested..