Darkstalker
"I'm really sorry. about your... father. Arctic," Fathom says, softly. We used to come and visit every weekend and spend hours flying around with Fathom, before it happened. We still come and visit... but it's not the same as it used to be. It just isn't.
"Did Clearsight tell you?" I ask, trying to shift the topic.
Fathom nods.
I should feel angry. I have full rights to be angry. I mean, I'm the most powerful dragon in Pyrhhia, right? But I don't.
"I'm not, like, grieving," I say quickly. "It's better he's not in my life anymore anyways. He was a terrible dragon."
"Clearsight..." Fathom hesitates, glancing down at the floor nervously. "Clearsight said you were angry."
I look out the window toward the cerulean ocean, fiddling with my talons. "Yeah," I say after a moment.
"Do you really hate him?"
I close my eyes.
"I don't want to talk about this."
"I'm sorry," Fathom whispers, looking down at the ground. I can't tell what he's apologizing for. If I'm honest, I don't really care.
"Wanna go to the ocean together?" I ask.
"Sure."
It's a relief at this point, to be honest. To just be around someone who doesn't ask questions; even if he probably wants to. I don't want to think about my emotions.
I don't want to think about any of this.
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